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 Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marine Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Copeland,
Black Moon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Standells,
David Axelrod,
The Happenings,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Soulsonic Force,
Kaleidoscope,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Liliput,
John Holt,
Suburban Knight,
Ronan,
Funky Four + One,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Janne Schatter,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fire Engines,
Lindisfarne,
Blake Baxter,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
The Music Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Andrew Hill,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.