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 Tunisia and from London.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Lower 48 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DNA,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grauzone,
The Beau Brummels,
Todd Rundgren,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Maleditus Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Faraquet,
The Fuzztones,
Minnie Riperton,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
John Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gun Club,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Urselle,
Agent Orange,
Janne Schatter,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Cameo,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.