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 Montenegro and from Spokane.
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 Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 the Bar-Kays to the funk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sound,
The Evens,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Goldenarms,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Aloha Tigers,
Talk Talk,
Sarah Menescal,
a-ha,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Drive Like Jehu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fear,
Franke,
Au Pairs,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
EPMD,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Minor Threat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Max Romeo,
Reagan Youth,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.