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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Ohio Players to the jazz 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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Siglo XX,
Rotary Connection,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
Surgeon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cluster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Parry Music,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pulsallama,
Niagra,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
Index,
Fluxion,
Hashim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Mars,
Erasure,
Kool Moe Dee,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
New Age Steppers,
The Wake,
The Buckinghams,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
The Seeds,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Circle Jerks,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Joensuu 1685,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.