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 Iraq and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
Quantec,
The Names,
Letta Mbulu,
Roger Hodgson,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Moby Grape,
Rekid,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
the Human League,
The Angels of Light,
Outsiders,
The Toasters,
The Standells,
Godley & Creme,
Monolake,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick May,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harmonia,
ABBA,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Intrusion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dead C,
Junior Murvin,
Agent Orange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magma,
Dawn Penn,
Bang On A Can,
F. McDonald,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tommy Roe,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gabor Szabo,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.