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 Oman and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skarface to the funk 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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
Derrick Morgan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deadbeat,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camberwell Now,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Minnie Riperton,
Bobby Womack,
Soulsonic Force,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Wally Richardson,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
Al Stewart,
Rakim,
Lyres,
Eve St. Jones,
The Kinks,
Rosa Yemen,
Bauhaus,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DNA,
Ice-T,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Monks,
The Mojo Men,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
Yazoo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Swans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
Joyce Sims,
Organ,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vainqueur,
Liliput,
Robert Görl,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Youth Brigade,
The Smoke,
Cybotron,
The Zeros,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.