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 Bolivia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
Q and Not U,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Saints,
Funkadelic,
The Human League,
Archie Shepp,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Accadde A,
Magazine,
The Modern Lovers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Connie Case,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Man Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bad Manners,
Stetsasonic,
Niagra,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joyce Sims,
The Barracudas,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Scratch Acid,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.