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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Popol Vuh 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
Tom Boy,
Mantronix,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Second Layer,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
Patti Smith,
Althea and Donna,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Smoke,
KRS-One,
Negative Approach,
Smog,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
The Knickerbockers,
Liliput,
ABC,
Skarface,
Cameo,
The Gladiators,
The Walker Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Yazoo,
The Wake,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Q and Not U,
John Foxx,
The Monks,
Man Parrish,
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlback,
Todd Rundgren,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Electric Light Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.