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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lower 48 to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
The Electric Prunes,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
DNA,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mandrill,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Holt,
Morten Harket,
Scan 7,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Alton Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Brick,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joe Smooth,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dennis Brown,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.