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 Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Motorama,
The Alarm Clocks,
Con Funk Shun,
The Cosmic Jokers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
cv313,
Amon Düül,
Slave,
Niagra,
Derrick May,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Prince Buster,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
The Index,
Rakim,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
The Motions,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Reuben Wilson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Josef K,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Public Enemy,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Neil Young,
La Düsseldorf,
Warren Ellis,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Names,
Byron Stingily,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.