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 Uzbekistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
AZ,
Gang Gang Dance,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Inner City,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
Hot Snakes,
K-Klass,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
The Barracudas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül II,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Supertramp,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
The Litter,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Don Cherry,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Index,
Second Layer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Connie Case,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.