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 the UAE and from Manila.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 D'Angelo to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Stiv Bators,
Spandau Ballet,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Womack,
Japan,
The Beau Brummels,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sound,
Ultravox,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Idris Muhammad,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fortunes,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jacques Brel,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
JFA,
Young Marble Giants,
Warsaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Association,
Organ,
Sandy B,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Alarm Clocks,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.