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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Nik Kershaw to the rock 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Intrusion,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Mantronix,
the Sonics,
Lindisfarne,
Ponytail,
Gong,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Howard Jones,
Blancmange,
Girls At Our Best!,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Reed,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Desert Stars,
Magazine,
Japan,
Tres Demented,
Avey Tare,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Dark Day,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
T. Rex,
Frankie Knuckles,
Robert Görl,
Angry Samoans,
Alphaville,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bauhaus,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Banda Bassotti,
Pierre Henry,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Marmalade,
Harpers Bizarre,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.