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 Latvia and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Tom Boy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Johnny Osbourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bad Manners,
Jerry's Kids,
Amon Düül,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Deakin,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
Dead Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Dave Gahan,
Ludus,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sonics,
10cc,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.