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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Jacob Miller,
The Martian,
Derrick May,
Aloha Tigers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aaron Thompson,
Dark Day,
David Bowie,
Subhumans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harmonia,
Prince Buster,
Blake Baxter,
X-102,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Green,
Anakelly,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Hasil Adkins,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Al Stewart,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
Con Funk Shun,
Saccharine Trust,
Avey Tare,
Zero Boys,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Music Machine,
Girls At Our Best!,
Trumans Water,
Q and Not U,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.