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 Haiti and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ohio Players to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
MC5,
Skriet,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Magazine,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O.,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Hood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lungfish,
The Names,
The Cramps,
Thompson Twins,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Masters at Work,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
Scientists,
The Residents,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Newcleus,
The J.B.'s,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Beau Brummels,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.