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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Henry Cow 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Quando Quango,
Cabaret Voltaire,
CMW,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marine Girls,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barrington Levy,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
U.S. Maple,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Peter & Gordon,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zero Boys,
Shoche,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
JFA,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Talk Talk,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Interpol,
Groovy Waters,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mandrill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Josef K,
The Gories,
The Slackers,
Clear Light,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultravox,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.