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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Skriet to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
The Index,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Al Stewart,
Faraquet,
Maleditus Sound,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
T.S.O.L.,
E-Dancer,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Stooges,
Pussy Galore,
Glenn Branca,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Section 25,
The Skatalites,
The Leaves,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
The Sonics,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane,
The Gap Band,
Carl Craig,
Country Teasers,
Anakelly,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The United States of America,
Thompson Twins,
Whodini,
D'Angelo,
Banda Bassotti,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter and Kerry,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Essential Logic,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Judy Mowatt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stiv Bators,
Bush Tetras,
Marmalade,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.