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 Egypt and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric Dolphy,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
K-Klass,
Soulsonic Force,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nils Olav,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
Aaron Thompson,
Sight & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Porter Ricks,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
Pussy Galore,
Beasts of Bourbon,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Tubeway Army,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Gabor Szabo,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doobie Brothers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Last Poets,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
Q65,
The Moleskins,
Kurtis Blow,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.