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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum 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 Schoolly D to the crunk 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
Malaria!,
Jeff Mills,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Slave,
Sun City Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brothers Johnson,
The Smiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
Shuggie Otis,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Tim Buckley,
Outsiders,
Crash Course in Science,
ABBA,
The Techniques,
Swans,
Livin' Joy,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Loose Ends,
Rites of Spring,
Motorama,
Roger Hodgson,
The Happenings,
The Gladiators,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Scion,
The Searchers,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Eurythmics,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.