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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the techno 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
These Immortal Souls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Young Rascals,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Dolphy,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Ponytail,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Amazonics,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonic Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
John Cale,
Soul II Soul,
David Axelrod,
Gang Green,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Rekid,
Laurel Aitken,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
Lower 48,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
ABC,
Sparks,
Kaleidoscope,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fire Engines,
Alton Ellis,
Avey Tare,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
F. McDonald,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.