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 Bahrain and from Cairo.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Blues Magoos to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Kas Product,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Scrapy,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
June of 44,
Ultravox,
Ice-T,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
Jimmy McGriff,
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Radio Birdman,
The Human League,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Brand Nubian,
The Real Kids,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
The Happenings,
Magma,
Cameo,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Technova,
Eden Ahbez,
Shoche,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Byron Stingily,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Camberwell Now,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.