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 Russia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Lou Reed,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blancmange,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Los Fastidios,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
R.M.O.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Amazonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Move,
Gong,
Young Marble Giants,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bill Wells,
Index,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cheater Slicks,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Whodini,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.