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 Belize and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ituana to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
X-101,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Traffic Nightmare,
Saccharine Trust,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Grauzone,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
La Düsseldorf,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
OOIOO,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scion,
The Last Poets,
The Happenings,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
Bluetip,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Fatback Band,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Blancmange,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Machine,
Monolake,
Accadde A,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Marmalade,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.