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 Seychelles and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Jacob Miller to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Loose Ends,
Pussy Galore,
Technova,
Sound Behaviour,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Cecil Taylor,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Holt,
Depeche Mode,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dennis Brown,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Agent Orange,
Don Cherry,
Leonard Cohen,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gichy Dan,
Wings,
Lungfish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The American Breed,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deepchord,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Au Pairs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.