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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
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 Bologna and Columbus.
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 spring reverb 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 Thompson Twins to the punk 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '90s.
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 Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mark Hollis,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
The Star Department,
China Crisis,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
James White and The Blacks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Robert Görl,
Stereo Dub,
Dorothy Ashby,
Schoolly D,
Easy Going,
Rotary Connection,
The Gun Club,
Hoover,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Gong,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ponytail,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
Quando Quango,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
kango's stein massive,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Tommy Roe,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Surgeon,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents,
The Kinks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Skarface,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.