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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 David Bowie 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 Sherman to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Zapp,
Stockholm Monsters,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Boredoms,
The American Breed,
Nick Fraelich,
Audionom,
Sexual Harrassment,
It's A Beautiful Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
D'Angelo,
Fat Boys,
Lou Christie,
David Bowie,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Lyres,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Arthur Verocai,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.