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 India and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe 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 Bob Dylan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Gang Green,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-Ray Spex,
Theoretical Girls,
Amazonics,
Excepter,
The Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
The Moleskins,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets,
Visage,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
The Victims,
Terry Callier,
The Offenders,
The Buckinghams,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
Derrick May,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
Radiopuhelimet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Idris Muhammad,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Skaos,
ABC,
Godley & Creme,
Brothers Johnson,
Donald Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Monolake,
Man Parrish,
Rites of Spring,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.