Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Real Kids,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eric Dolphy,
Half Japanese,
Michelle Simonal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Banda Bassotti,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
MC5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lakeside,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Simply Red,
X-101,
E-Dancer,
JFA,
Minor Threat,
Kas Product,
Cal Tjader,
Gichy Dan,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yellowson,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
The Five Americans,
Godley & Creme,
Boredoms,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funkadelic,
Country Teasers,
Brothers Johnson,
Archie Shepp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Copeland,
Darondo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.