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 Malaysia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Electric Light Orchestra to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Slackers,
David Axelrod,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barry Ungar,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Donald Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-102,
Loose Ends,
Los Fastidios,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Basic Channel,
The Walker Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Public Enemy,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
The Busters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nation of Ulysses,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
Aural Exciters,
Intrusion,
The Kinks,
The Leaves,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Connie Case,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Organ,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Jawbox,
Bill Near,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.