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 Cyprus and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
June of 44,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Beau Brummels,
Sam Rivers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Q65,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Connie Case,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed,
Barry Ungar,
Gabor Szabo,
Roxy Music,
The Birthday Party,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
The Divine Comedy,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rufus Thomas,
Dawn Penn,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Yazoo,
UT,
Con Funk Shun,
Nils Olav,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.