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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Procol Harum,
Half Japanese,
Khruangbin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Derrick May,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Gang of Four,
Q and Not U,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Jeff Lynne,
Franke,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Deadbeat,
Kas Product,
X-102,
The Human League,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Aaron Thompson,
the Swans,
Robert Hood,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Severed Heads,
World's Most,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Fela Kuti,
Skaos,
The Smoke,
the Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Byrd,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.