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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 Jacques Brel to the grunge 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Max Romeo,
Moby Grape,
Neu!,
Mars,
Scientists,
Hasil Adkins,
Man Parrish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Smiths,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gil Scott Heron,
Flamin' Groovies,
Soft Machine,
Lower 48,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang Green,
Motorama,
Wally Richardson,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
Scrapy,
Matthew Bourne,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
PIL,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Misunderstood,
Black Moon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
Nirvana,
Q65,
F. McDonald,
DNA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.