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 Canada and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
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 harpsichord 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 Sun City Girls to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Little Man,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Masters at Work,
Procol Harum,
Harry Pussy,
Minor Threat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Technova,
Saccharine Trust,
Ken Boothe,
Excepter,
Iggy Pop,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Bobby Byrd,
Amazonics,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
B.T. Express,
Trumans Water,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
KRS-One,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Funkadelic,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Lou Christie,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Tremeloes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Pus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pierre Henry,
ABC,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.