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 Ecuador and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Mr. Review to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
The Angels of Light,
The Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
Subhumans,
Prince Buster,
Morten Harket,
Aural Exciters,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
The Monochrome Set,
Janne Schatter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Tres Demented,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Donny Hathaway,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Star Department,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.