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 Jordan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Warren Ellis,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Patti Smith,
Second Layer,
R.M.O.,
Stiv Bators,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Main Source,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
The Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
The Standells,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül,
Inner City,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
The Happenings,
Monks,
Wire,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
Sandy B,
Japan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Magma,
Jeff Mills,
Organ,
Reuben Wilson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
The Martian,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Niagra,
AZ,
Gabor Szabo,
The Blues Magoos,
Goldenarms,
Ludus,
X-102,
Rhythm & Sound,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.