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 Guyana and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Gichy Dan to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Negative Approach,
Amazonics,
Absolute Body Control,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Technova,
Gang Starr,
Public Enemy,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MDC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Residents,
Glenn Branca,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott Heron,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Donald Byrd,
the Normal,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Jacob Miller,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
The Fortunes,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Ludus,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.