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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Lou Reed 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 Mars 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Eddi Front,
Los Fastidios,
The Selecter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Flag,
Japan,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siglo XX,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Organ,
Kas Product,
Audionom,
Lakeside,
Bill Near,
Accadde A,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Association,
Camouflage,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yellowson,
The Smoke,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Vladislav Delay,
the Normal,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers,
The Count Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Newcleus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
H. Thieme,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
Howard Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.