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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Wings,
Hashim,
The Kinks,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Eve St. Jones,
Infiniti,
Connie Case,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
The Evens,
The Index,
Easy Going,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Buckinghams,
Marcia Griffiths,
Con Funk Shun,
AZ,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Morten Harket,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Boz Scaggs,
Eurythmics,
Amon Düül II,
Joyce Sims,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Bill Near,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
The Neon Judgement,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slackers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pagans,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.