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 Zimbabwe and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Count Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed,
Guru Guru,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yaz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
The Cure,
The Doobie Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Lakeside,
Kerri Chandler,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Scientists,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Agent Orange,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aaron Thompson,
The J.B.'s,
In Retrospect,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Echospace,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Gil Scott Heron,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
Chris & Cosey,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Warren Ellis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moebius,
Royal Trux,
Radiohead,
Metal Thangz,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.