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 East Timor and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Davy DMX,
a-ha,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Josef K,
China Crisis,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Neu!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Byron Stingily,
The Residents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
K-Klass,
Nas,
The Durutti Column,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
Freddie Wadling,
Thompson Twins,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.