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 Mauritania and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 In Retrospect to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Association,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Excepter,
Moebius,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Don Cherry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arthur Verocai,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Sugar Minott,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.