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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erykah Badu to the crunk 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Sandy B,
Flash Fearless,
Don Cherry,
Wire,
Nils Olav,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Crime,
Eurythmics,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul II Soul,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dawn Penn,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
Pantytec,
EPMD,
Roy Ayers,
X-Ray Spex,
Kayak,
The Fortunes,
Chris & Cosey,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
The Gun Club,
John Holt,
Lakeside,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
The Motions,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Sällskapet,
Darondo,
Ronan,
Cybotron,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.