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 Guinea and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sound Behaviour to the electroclash 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
Vladislav Delay,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick Morgan,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Lyres,
X-102,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
48th St. Collective,
The Shadows of Knight,
Average White Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
The Modern Lovers,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Minor Threat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
The Durutti Column,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Sheep,
The Names,
The Blues Magoos,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Joey Negro,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.