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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eve St. Jones,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flipper,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fall,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
The Remains,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
X-102,
ABBA,
Japan,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Loose Ends,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Al Stewart,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rufus Thomas,
John Holt,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
The Kinks,
The Divine Comedy,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lower 48,
Average White Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.