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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Marmalade 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Pole,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
The Star Department,
Aswad,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Brand Nubian,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Gang Green,
June of 44,
Monks,
Little Man,
Jimmy McGriff,
New Order,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Colin Newman,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Zero Boys,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Scrapy,
Jeff Lynne,
Loose Ends,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Nas,
Infiniti,
Faust,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Camouflage,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Newcleus,
Desert Stars,
Underground Resistance,
Essential Logic,
Dawn Penn,
The Velvet Underground,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Human League,
Rod Modell,
cv313,
Clear Light,
The Red Krayola,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.