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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Joe Finger to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Faraquet,
Trumans Water,
Kool Moe Dee,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Motorama,
Kas Product,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Blancmange,
the Germs,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
Bob Dylan,
Deadbeat,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Donny Hathaway,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Almond,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Skatalites,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Peter and Kerry,
The Modern Lovers,
Quadrant,
Crash Course in Science,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
UT,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Severed Heads,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris Corsano,
Barrington Levy,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.