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 Suriname and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Delhi.
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 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 Ultimate Spinach 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nas,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mantronix,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Blackbyrds,
Ten City,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Mojo Men,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Gong,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick Morgan,
One Last Wish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Max Romeo,
The Barracudas,
Dennis Brown,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Zapp,
The Smiths,
Janne Schatter,
Darondo,
Audionom,
Depeche Mode,
Swell Maps,
D'Angelo,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Lakeside,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Lower 48,
Harry Pussy,
Trumans Water,
Cybotron,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
Rotary Connection,
Sugar Minott,
The Gun Club,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.