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 New Zealand and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron 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 The Black Dice to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
The Dave Clark Five,
KRS-One,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
H. Thieme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Intrusion,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Pylon,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Brick,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
The Toasters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
Cameo,
The Durutti Column,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Vogues,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Lyres,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Ornette Coleman,
Ten City,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Judy Mowatt,
Basic Channel,
Can,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
Charles Mingus,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Dual Sessions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Main Source,
Second Layer,
Sandy B,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.