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 Brazil and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Laurel Aitken to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s.
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 Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
The Mojo Men,
New York Dolls,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Sällskapet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
These Immortal Souls,
Rapeman,
The Busters,
Suicide,
Infiniti,
Boz Scaggs,
Alphaville,
Talk Talk,
John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moody Blues,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aural Exciters,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Animal Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
R.M.O.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Deadbeat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
China Crisis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rotary Connection,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.