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 Uganda and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Peter & Gordon,
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
Eric Dolphy,
K-Klass,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Robert Görl,
CMW,
Television,
Neil Young,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
cv313,
Main Source,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
Bronski Beat,
Adolescents,
Bobby Sherman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Severed Heads,
Accadde A,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Rundgren,
The Litter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Little Man,
ABC,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman,
The Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tubeway Army,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ossler,
The Count Five,
The Motions,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.