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 Sweden and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Johannesburg.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Donny Hathaway to the jazz 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sugar Minott,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New York Dolls,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Image Ltd.,
Audionom,
Eric Dolphy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Womack,
Delon & Dalcan,
E-Dancer,
The Mummies,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Quando Quango,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Skaos,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Trojans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gang Green,
Agitation Free,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Sound Behaviour,
June Days,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
B.T. Express,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Todd Terry,
Tommy Roe,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
Cybotron,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.