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 Taiwan and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Skarface to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
The Residents,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Gories,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Camberwell Now,
Terry Callier,
The Trojans,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Scott Walker,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Erasure,
Rapeman,
Todd Terry,
Fad Gadget,
Sonic Youth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
kango's stein massive,
Ituana,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fat Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sound Behaviour,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Massinfluence,
Underground Resistance,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blancmange,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.