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 Chile and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
Glambeats Corp.,
Arab on Radar,
U.S. Maple,
The Residents,
Ultravox,
Marmalade,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Womack,
Aaron Thompson,
The Vogues,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Mr. Review,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Theoretical Girls,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Chris Corsano,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jacob Miller,
Sandy B,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Vainqueur,
Tears for Fears,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Brass Construction,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Stockholm Monsters,
Althea and Donna,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.