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 Hungary and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Mission of Burma to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Con Funk Shun,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
Juan Atkins,
Japan,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy,
Country Teasers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Popol Vuh,
Sam Rivers,
Godley & Creme,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Patti Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maurizio,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nico,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers,
Zero Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
D'Angelo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Camberwell Now,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
the Association,
Supertramp,
The Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.