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 Mozambique and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Rotary Connection,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Minor Threat,
Youth Brigade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
the Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Qualms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Maleditus Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
Rufus Thomas,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joey Negro,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Bananas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Toni Rubio,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Victims,
The Cowsills,
Liliput,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Monolake,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Niagra,
Lalann,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.