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 Portugal and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Warren Ellis,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
The Divine Comedy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harmonia,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Los Fastidios,
Sexual Harrassment,
Half Japanese,
Boogie Down Productions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Crooked Eye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kayak,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Drexciya,
Yaz,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
Metal Thangz,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Massinfluence,
Fat Boys,
The Selecter,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
the Swans,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.