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 Iran and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Yusef Lateef 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
F. McDonald,
Q and Not U,
Marc Almond,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joey Negro,
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Womack,
La Düsseldorf,
Blancmange,
Gichy Dan,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Echospace,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Stetsasonic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cheater Slicks,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dennis Brown,
Con Funk Shun,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
The Offenders,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scientists,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Associates,
Swell Maps,
Lindisfarne,
Eric Dolphy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Bronski Beat,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.