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 Bolivia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rosa Yemen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Thompson Twins,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fortunes,
X-Ray Spex,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Gun Club,
Joensuu 1685,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Juan Atkins,
Chrome,
Soul II Soul,
the Bar-Kays,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Amon Düül,
Niagra,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Massinfluence,
DJ Sneak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
Morten Harket,
Lower 48,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
Sam Rivers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Halsall,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.