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 Dominican Republic and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Groovy Waters to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Clear Light,
Youth Brigade,
Idris Muhammad,
Soulsonic Force,
Tubeway Army,
Slave,
Royal Trux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deakin,
The Detroit Cobras,
DJ Style,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Fluxion,
Guru Guru,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Suburban Knight,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Tom Boy,
The Index,
Scrapy,
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
The Associates,
Main Source,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Erykah Badu,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Inner City,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Association,
Quadrant,
Delta 5,
Subhumans,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.