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 Norway and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Rites of Spring to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Marshall Jefferson,
Althea and Donna,
Interpol,
Alice Coltrane,
Chrome,
Lindisfarne,
Donny Hathaway,
Depeche Mode,
The Grass Roots,
Second Layer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Babytalk,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Terry Callier,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
X-102,
Joensuu 1685,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arthur Verocai,
Brothers Johnson,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Alton Ellis,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Scratch Acid,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Bronski Beat,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Kaleidoscope,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.