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 Iraq and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Freddie Wadling 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Moleskins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Shoche,
Skriet,
Inner City,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
Kas Product,
Fear,
The Offenders,
Yaz,
kango's stein massive,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
The Wake,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
Thompson Twins,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
June of 44,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
Suicide,
Shuggie Otis,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Sneak,
Porter Ricks,
Interpol,
Deakin,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
EPMD,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
Judy Mowatt,
Funkadelic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.