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 Madagascar 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Litter to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
The Young Rascals,
Scion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ohio Players,
Joe Finger,
Kurtis Blow,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Motorama,
Whodini,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grey Daturas,
Minnie Riperton,
Television Personalities,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Al Stewart,
Soul II Soul,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Bluetip,
Magma,
Jeru the Damaja,
Q and Not U,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Prince Buster,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
Gerry Rafferty,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marine Girls,
Man Parrish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.