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 East Timor and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Frankie Knuckles,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kaleidoscope,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
The Cramps,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Stereo Dub,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Soulsonic Force,
Alton Ellis,
Intrusion,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
The Index,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Television Personalities,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dawn Penn,
Barclay James Harvest,
Laurel Aitken,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Scrapy,
Hoover,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Sherman,
Skarface,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Searchers,
Liliput,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.