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 Lebanon and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 KRS-One 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Pretty Things,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Country Teasers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
The Skatalites,
Lakeside,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mr. Review,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Massinfluence,
Can,
Black Pus,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Eve St. Jones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang of Four,
Slick Rick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fortunes,
Bush Tetras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Funky Four + One,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Marc Almond,
Lalann,
The Fugs,
Lungfish,
The Dead C,
D'Angelo,
Mandrill,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.