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 Brunei and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Sexual Harrassment to the grunge 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a spring reverb 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 a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bad Manners,
Tropical Tobacco,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Jacques Brel,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Smoke,
Public Enemy,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Masters at Work,
Al Stewart,
John Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Girls At Our Best!,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Thee Headcoats,
Wire,
Fela Kuti,
Excepter,
The Slackers,
UT,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX,
Monolake,
Yusef Lateef,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Don Cherry,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Minutemen,
The Gap Band,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.