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 Albania and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
The Busters,
The Invisible,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
The Blues Magoos,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy Collins,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pole,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rites of Spring,
Babytalk,
Von Mondo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Mills,
The Black Dice,
Juan Atkins,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Brand Nubian,
Slick Rick,
Rapeman,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
Dead Boys,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Neu!,
Skriet,
Oneida,
Thompson Twins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
U.S. Maple,
a-ha,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
Royal Trux,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.