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 Luxembourg and from Spokane.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 David Bowie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Association,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
Sixth Finger,
The Techniques,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Hashim,
The Smoke,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
Smog,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
the Normal,
Robert Hood,
The Pretty Things,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
the Slits,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Vainqueur,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Blackbyrds,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Faust,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Aswad,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nik Kershaw,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.