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 South Africa and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Steve Hackett to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
The Happenings,
Malaria!,
ABBA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rod Modell,
Tomorrow,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Ponytail,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Oneida,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tres Demented,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dawn Penn,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bad Manners,
the Germs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neil Young,
Aaron Thompson,
K-Klass,
Livin' Joy,
Carl Craig,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scott Walker,
The Skatalites,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
The Offenders,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.