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 Papua New Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Peter & Gordon to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The United States of America tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Pole,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Cale,
Roxette,
Flipper,
The Velvet Underground,
The Move,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Stooges,
The Dirtbombs,
Sandy B,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gories,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun City Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Lyres,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mummies,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ice-T,
Monolake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Desert Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jandek,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Marc Almond,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
Eli Mardock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hot Snakes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronan,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Arthur Verocai,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.