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 Egypt and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Offenders to the techno 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Byron Stingily,
MDC,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thee Headcoats,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacques Brel,
Wire,
Minor Threat,
Roy Ayers,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Hardrive,
Eden Ahbez,
Sugar Minott,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Radiohead,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Sight & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Clear Light,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonny Sharrock,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Scrapy,
Arab on Radar,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.