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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chris Corsano to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ 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 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Monolake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Cybotron,
Altered Images,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sarah Menescal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
Heaven 17,
Pulsallama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Joyce Sims,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Lee Hazlewood,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
New Age Steppers,
Sandy B,
Shoche,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
Blake Baxter,
Jeff Mills,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
10cc,
FM Einheit,
Bill Wells,
cv313,
CMW,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barrington Levy,
Symarip,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.