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 Bulgaria and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Al Stewart to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
The Mojo Men,
Donny Hathaway,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Fat Boys,
Neil Young,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
Arcadia,
Nas,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Ludus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Wasted Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Human League,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris Corsano,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
The Divine Comedy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.