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 Kazakhstan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Franke,
Swell Maps,
The Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Pole,
Animal Collective,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donald Byrd,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans,
The Buckinghams,
Silicon Teens,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
Byron Stingily,
Japan,
Ponytail,
Sight & Sound,
Cecil Taylor,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Qualms,
Boredoms,
Juan Atkins,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Groovy Waters,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Goldenarms,
T.S.O.L.,
The Beau Brummels,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
Camouflage,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.