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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the crunk 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Saccharine Trust,
Hot Snakes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Trumans Water,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
John Holt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
In Retrospect,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Slackers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Skriet,
Yusef Lateef,
Youth Brigade,
Symarip,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
The Mummies,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Television,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Newcleus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Bad Manners,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
Dennis Brown,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.