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 Luxembourg and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
Nirvana,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Al Stewart,
Cybotron,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sonics,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Donald Byrd,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Goldenarms,
Harry Pussy,
Electric Prunes,
Sight & Sound,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Roy Ayers,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Quantec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Heaven 17,
Ludus,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joey Negro,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.