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 Turkey and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 John Coltrane to the crunk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw,
Erasure,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Iggy Pop,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Skriet,
Gabor Szabo,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fatback Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABBA,
Infiniti,
Josef K,
Pantytec,
Carl Craig,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Moby Grape,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
The Fall,
The Slackers,
X-Ray Spex,
Q and Not U,
The Red Krayola,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Livin' Joy,
Technova,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
MC5,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Leonard Cohen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Main Source,
Monks,
Ossler,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.