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 Philippines and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nas,
Liliput,
Banda Bassotti,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Martian,
Prince Buster,
Monolake,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Lynne,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
The Misunderstood,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Spandau Ballet,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thompson Twins,
Suicide,
The New Christs,
The Young Rascals,
LL Cool J,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
Jacob Miller,
Oneida,
Skriet,
Pussy Galore,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Bob Dylan,
Swell Maps,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
La Düsseldorf,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
Hashim,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Searchers,
The Dead C,
Section 25,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.