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 Australia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pierre Henry to the grime 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dual Sessions,
Yaz,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Fugazi,
Zapp,
Gichy Dan,
Donald Byrd,
Don Cherry,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Moon,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Ultra Naté,
Young Marble Giants,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Slackers,
Second Layer,
LL Cool J,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
The Trojans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yusef Lateef,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
F. McDonald,
The Five Americans,
The Star Department,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.