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 Angola and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Flipper to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Adolescents,
Wings,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Clear Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Modern Lovers,
Sun Ra,
Scion,
The Leaves,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Tears for Fears,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
Crime,
Desert Stars,
Banda Bassotti,
Fear,
Delta 5,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Names,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Mars,
Marine Girls,
The Litter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
Terry Callier,
the Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.