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 Haiti and from Glasgow.
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 Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Mandrill to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Andrew Hill,
Absolute Body Control,
Rekid,
Harry Pussy,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Monks,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Index,
Magazine,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Germs,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Erykah Badu,
Derrick Morgan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Man Eating Sloth,
Minor Threat,
Flipper,
Siglo XX,
The Five Americans,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sight & Sound,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gichy Dan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Marc Almond,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Chrome,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.