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 Uganda and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Bobby Byrd to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Silicon Teens,
Groovy Waters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
UT,
Fatback Band,
Outsiders,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Moon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
Gichy Dan,
Mo-Dettes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Real Kids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Warsaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
Gong,
Aural Exciters,
The Barracudas,
Funky Four + One,
Smog,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.