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 Kiribati and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Thompson Twins to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
T.S.O.L.,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
The Trojans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronnie Foster,
FM Einheit,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Monks,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
AZ,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Television Personalities,
The Victims,
Subhumans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Grass Roots,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Evens,
Derrick May,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sarah Menescal,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronan,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
The Tremeloes,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Panda Bear,
Morten Harket,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.