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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Moleskins to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mantronix,
Kas Product,
The Names,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Index,
Technova,
Echospace,
Morten Harket,
The Residents,
Arab on Radar,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Sheep,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
The Monks,
Judy Mowatt,
Terry Callier,
The Skatalites,
The Doors,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cal Tjader,
Roxy Music,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Bob Dylan,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.