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 Andorra and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Rotary Connection,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Organ,
Fugazi,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Wasted Youth,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
ABC,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Blossom Toes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joyce Sims,
Metal Thangz,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
New Order,
Rapeman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
10cc,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
Reuben Wilson,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Barracudas,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.