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 Vietnam and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Slick Rick to the disco 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Byron Stingily,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Brothers Johnson,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Quantec,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Fat Boys,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
The Wake,
Jerry's Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
CMW,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Audionom,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
The Young Rascals,
Ohio Players,
Can,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Chris & Cosey,
Leonard Cohen,
Jacob Miller,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Last Poets,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
10cc,
Organ,
Shuggie Otis,
Yazoo,
The Moody Blues,
John Foxx,
Scratch Acid,
Fela Kuti,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.