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 Israel and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Calgary and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet 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 Silicon Teens to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Moebius,
D'Angelo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Radiopuhelimet,
kango's stein massive,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobby Byrd,
Franke,
Whodini,
Darondo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxette,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Sight & Sound,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fad Gadget,
A Certain Ratio,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Little Man,
Jacques Brel,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
Janne Schatter,
Von Mondo,
The Residents,
Sonic Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Reuben Wilson,
AZ,
Malaria!,
Yazoo,
F. McDonald,
Suburban Knight,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Eli Mardock,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.