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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Organ to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Marvin Gaye,
The Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Roger Hodgson,
Bill Near,
Schoolly D,
Yellowson,
Lalann,
Johnny Osbourne,
New Order,
Monolake,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Fugazi,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Pylon,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
B.T. Express,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mandrill,
Sällskapet,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minutemen,
Fat Boys,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scan 7,
Easy Going,
Fela Kuti,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tres Demented,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Roxy Music,
DJ Sneak,
The Black Dice,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.