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 Kazakhstan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
Rosa Yemen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Robert Hood,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Boredoms,
Donald Byrd,
Zapp,
Bootsy Collins,
Desert Stars,
Royal Trux,
Eurythmics,
The Buckinghams,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Neu!,
John Coltrane,
Lakeside,
Thompson Twins,
Drive Like Jehu,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
Kaleidoscope,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Index,
Brand Nubian,
Lightning Bolt,
Tommy Roe,
Dawn Penn,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Oblivians,
Quadrant,
Johnny Clarke,
Monks,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
FM Einheit,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Kas Product,
Flamin' Groovies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.