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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lagos.
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 guitar 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 Pole to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
This Heat,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Supertramp,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
Tom Boy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
EPMD,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Infiniti,
Gang of Four,
Blossom Toes,
Kas Product,
Ultra Naté,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bootsy Collins,
Scion,
Donny Hathaway,
Vladislav Delay,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
U.S. Maple,
Zapp,
Ossler,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.