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 Poland and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sonny Sharrock,
This Heat,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Joey Negro,
the Normal,
New Order,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Moebius,
Delta 5,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Zero Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Flipper,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
The Tremeloes,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Peter and Kerry,
Eddi Front,
The Fall,
Sam Rivers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Silicon Teens,
The Residents,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Ten City,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Letta Mbulu,
The Golliwogs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Womack,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.