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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
EPMD,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Joey Negro,
Thee Headcoats,
Hoover,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Matthew Halsall,
Fad Gadget,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Sixth Finger,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Robert Görl,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sugar Minott,
E-Dancer,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Audionom,
Lyres,
Pylon,
Shoche,
This Heat,
Ludus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Duran Duran,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.