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 Bolivia and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Severed Heads,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Q and Not U,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Boz Scaggs,
Sixth Finger,
Janne Schatter,
Smog,
The Raincoats,
Black Pus,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Lakeside,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Sex Pistols,
John Cale,
The Offenders,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Robert Wyatt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scrapy,
The Fugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Max Romeo,
China Crisis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Frankie Knuckles,
Danielle Patucci,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
T.S.O.L.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Rhythm & Sound,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.