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 Lebanon and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Hood to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Royal Trux,
Yellowson,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
DNA,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Dark Day,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Names,
cv313,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
Tom Boy,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Kas Product,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Swans,
Echospace,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang On A Can,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Toni Rubio,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sällskapet,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.