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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Guru Guru to the grunge 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Terry Callier,
Grey Daturas,
Funky Four + One,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Dave Gahan,
Minny Pops,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Lou Reed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
a-ha,
Whodini,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
U.S. Maple,
Darondo,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
The Mummies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Walker Brothers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Arthur Verocai,
Sight & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Stiv Bators,
Marvin Gaye,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Funkadelic,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Soul II Soul,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.