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 Philippines and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Graham Central Station to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Interpol,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Mo-Dettes,
Grey Daturas,
Blake Baxter,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
The Skatalites,
One Last Wish,
Patti Smith,
Gong,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
The Toasters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stiv Bators,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Almond,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
The Sonics,
The Gap Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Invisible,
Ronnie Foster,
Subhumans,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
The Divine Comedy,
The Walker Brothers,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Newcleus,
Roger Hodgson,
Tommy Roe,
FM Einheit,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter and Kerry,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Lindisfarne,
Steve Hackett,
Kayak,
Negative Approach,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.