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 Bangladesh and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
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 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 Lebanon Hanover 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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
The Toasters,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Agent Orange,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Ten City,
Rod Modell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
Barrington Levy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terrestrial Tones,
Animal Collective,
a-ha,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Peter & Gordon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Average White Band,
D'Angelo,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Wasted Youth,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
The Buckinghams,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Blake Baxter,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Motions,
Pharoah Sanders,
The New Christs,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.