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 Thailand and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 The Selecter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
The Names,
Yazoo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Model 500,
Wings,
Chris Corsano,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Q and Not U,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deadbeat,
Bobby Womack,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Kas Product,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Technova,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
The Motions,
The Divine Comedy,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Arcadia,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boz Scaggs,
The Durutti Column,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.