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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the funk 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
The Grass Roots,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Sällskapet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Divine Comedy,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Shoche,
Jimmy McGriff,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Alton Ellis,
the Swans,
Mark Hollis,
Skaos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Swans,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
The Shadows of Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Image Ltd.,
Can,
Liliput,
Average White Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Harmonia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moebius,
Eric Copeland,
La Düsseldorf,
Black Sheep,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.