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 Morocco and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brothers Johnson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rapeman,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Janne Schatter,
Quantec,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Junior Murvin,
The Wake,
Soul II Soul,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rakim,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.