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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 clarinet 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Fluxion,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Amazonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
Young Marble Giants,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arcadia,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sparks,
Davy DMX,
Trumans Water,
The Buckinghams,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Motorama,
Slick Rick,
Bluetip,
Bob Dylan,
Fear,
Marmalade,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nico,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.