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 Cameroon and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott Heron,
Little Man,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fortunes,
Make Up,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Scientists,
The Monochrome Set,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Smoke,
Sister Nancy,
Lower 48,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Steve Hackett,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
CMW,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Howard Jones,
Urselle,
the Slits,
Trumans Water,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bill Near,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Idris Muhammad,
Qualms,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.