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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 David Bowie to the jazz 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Anakelly,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
Soul II Soul,
Lungfish,
Yusef Lateef,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
UT,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Quando Quango,
The Fuzztones,
Eve St. Jones,
L. Decosne,
Yellowson,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Brick,
John Lydon,
Todd Rundgren,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
U.S. Maple,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
Angry Samoans,
The Black Dice,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rapeman,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gun Club,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.