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 Oman and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Audionom,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Alice Coltrane,
Tim Buckley,
Make Up,
Michelle Simonal,
Bob Dylan,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
La Düsseldorf,
Jeff Lynne,
Average White Band,
The Tremeloes,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Lungfish,
Cymande,
Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Q65,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jandek,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Little Man,
Pantaleimon,
The Last Poets,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Section 25,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Quantec,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Byrd,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.