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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
K-Klass,
JFA,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
UT,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Dennis Brown,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sun Ra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Television,
Zero Boys,
Pere Ubu,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
X-Ray Spex,
Rufus Thomas,
Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
The Durutti Column,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
Interpol,
T. Rex,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delta 5,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
LL Cool J,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Association,
Talk Talk,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.