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 Palau and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Fortunes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Groovy Waters,
Pulsallama,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boz Scaggs,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fear,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Knickerbockers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
the Slits,
The J.B.'s,
The American Breed,
Donny Hathaway,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Busters,
Hashim,
KRS-One,
Aswad,
Reagan Youth,
Duran Duran,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Banda Bassotti,
The Saints,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Lightning Bolt,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
ABBA,
Tres Demented,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Don Cherry,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.