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 Denmark and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
Whodini,
Don Cherry,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Foxx,
Flipper,
Mandrill,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Mantronix,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Tears for Fears,
Boogie Down Productions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Robert Hood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Motorama,
Ponytail,
H. Thieme,
Ultra Naté,
Brand Nubian,
The Seeds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nirvana,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Amon Düül II,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barry Ungar,
Joensuu 1685,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
Hashim,
Negative Approach,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.