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 Liechtenstein and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Marmalade to the disco 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
ABBA,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
MC5,
Reuben Wilson,
Adolescents,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Smog,
Quadrant,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deakin,
Anthony Braxton,
Derrick May,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Machine,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Swell Maps,
Peter & Gordon,
Spoonie Gee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Unrelated Segments,
Todd Terry,
Dawn Penn,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
T. Rex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Roxette,
Model 500,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
This Heat,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.