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 Guatemala 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lagos.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
Gabor Szabo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barry Ungar,
The Trojans,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
Boz Scaggs,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Icehouse,
Soul Sonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
The Selecter,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fluxion,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Silicon Teens,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Ornette Coleman,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stetsasonic,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Aswad,
The Young Rascals,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Tropical Tobacco,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
The Stooges,
Depeche Mode,
Peter & Gordon,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Spoonie Gee,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.