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 Mauritius and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 JFA 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mojo Men,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Bar-Kays,
Soft Machine,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Alton Ellis,
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
Gichy Dan,
Blancmange,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Yellowson,
Pere Ubu,
Scrapy,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiopuhelimet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deakin,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
The Walker Brothers,
Index,
Wasted Youth,
New Order,
Nation of Ulysses,
Spandau Ballet,
Mark Hollis,
Panda Bear,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.