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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ralphi Rosario to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Interpol,
Junior Murvin,
Bauhaus,
Davy DMX,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Prince Buster,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Black Pus,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
The Human League,
Warsaw,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Ludus,
Theoretical Girls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swell Maps,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Glenn Branca,
Television,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barrington Levy,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
MDC,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.