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 Namibia and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord 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 an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
EPMD,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
The Happenings,
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
New Age Steppers,
a-ha,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Slick Rick,
The Smoke,
Roxette,
The Last Poets,
Tim Buckley,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
The Fall,
Lou Reed,
Rufus Thomas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lyres,
Crispian St. Peters,
June Days,
Brass Construction,
The Fugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Drexciya,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
CMW,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dave Gahan,
The Saints,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Gap Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Seeds,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.