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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
The Leaves,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Todd Terry,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry's Kids,
R.M.O.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Can,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Mandrill,
Boredoms,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Shoche,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Freddie Wadling,
Crash Course in Science,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tubeway Army,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gap Band,
Alice Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Japan,
Wasted Youth,
Animal Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
David McCallum,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
the Human League,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.