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 Grenada and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fela Kuti to the electroclash 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Junior Murvin,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doors,
Avey Tare,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terry Callier,
Unrelated Segments,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Alice Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Main Source,
AZ,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rakim,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sun City Girls,
The Invisible,
Desert Stars,
Rapeman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suburban Knight,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
One Last Wish,
The Moleskins,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
Oblivians,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
DNA,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.