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 Mongolia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 The Dave Clark Five to the disco 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Blackbyrds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
The Stooges,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren,
New York Dolls,
UT,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dual Sessions,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
David Bowie,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
Whodini,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
The Slackers,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Funky Four + One,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Mr. Review,
Gang of Four,
MC5,
The Toasters,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Danielle Patucci,
The Durutti Column,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.