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 Jamaica and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Metal Thangz,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fat Boys,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
Subhumans,
The Beau Brummels,
Neu!,
Tears for Fears,
Albert Ayler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cal Tjader,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Grass Roots,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Magma,
Scion,
Adolescents,
These Immortal Souls,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Toasters,
Boredoms,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marcia Griffiths,
Connie Case,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Kayak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.