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 Cuba and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Evens to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slick Rick,
Girls At Our Best!,
Parry Music,
Steve Hackett,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Lyres,
Motorama,
AZ,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
Mr. Review,
The Walker Brothers,
Bluetip,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Josef K,
Davy DMX,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Misunderstood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Derrick Morgan,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultra Naté,
Unwound,
Brass Construction,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.