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 Lebanon and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Isaac Hayes to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tubeway Army,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maleditus Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
The Offenders,
The Doors,
Fat Boys,
Blossom Toes,
The Gladiators,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Darondo,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Colin Newman,
These Immortal Souls,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kaleidoscope,
Rosa Yemen,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
Letta Mbulu,
Zero Boys,
Parry Music,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
The Angels of Light,
Sight & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.