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 Ireland and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Echospace to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Henry Cow,
Sex Pistols,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Yusef Lateef,
Second Layer,
Liliput,
Supertramp,
London Community Gospel Choir,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Junior Murvin,
Rites of Spring,
Qualms,
Silicon Teens,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
The Evens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Banda Bassotti,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Slave,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
Pharoah Sanders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Faust,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
World's Most,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Gregory Isaacs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lakeside,
Youth Brigade,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.