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 Estonia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 theremin 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 The J.B.'s to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Excepter,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sparks,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Skarface,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Half Japanese,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
The Smoke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fugazi,
Derrick Morgan,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cramps,
Eric Dolphy,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hoover,
Easy Going,
Jeff Lynne,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Cybotron,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jandek,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.