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 Madagascar and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grunge 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James White and The Blacks,
Ten City,
Deepchord,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Warsaw,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deakin,
The Standells,
Scion,
Zapp,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
The New Christs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Technova,
The Mojo Men,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Minny Pops,
Circle Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Yellowson,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Aswad,
Gang Starr,
Colin Newman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.