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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Can 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soft Cell,
T. Rex,
Crime,
Main Source,
Crooked Eye,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Sherman,
the Normal,
Sister Nancy,
The Blackbyrds,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Black Dice,
Isaac Hayes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gap Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
T.S.O.L.,
Dennis Brown,
The Vogues,
Arcadia,
the Human League,
Brass Construction,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
Silicon Teens,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Anakelly,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Matthew Bourne,
Sight & Sound,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zapp,
10cc,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Subhumans,
Jacques Brel,
Deakin,
David Bowie,
Wings,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.