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 Togo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
The Cramps,
Blossom Toes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Surgeon,
Lakeside,
Blake Baxter,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
The Remains,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
The Music Machine,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Neil Young,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
The Moody Blues,
Aaron Thompson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
The Five Americans,
The Barracudas,
Isaac Hayes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Boogie Down Productions,
10cc,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
John Holt,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
The New Christs,
Amon Düül II,
MC5,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.