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 Iraq and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Leaves to the crunk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Mr. Review,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Axelrod,
Darondo,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moebius,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Patti Smith,
The New Christs,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bill Wells,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
Brick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lou Christie,
One Last Wish,
Motorama,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Suicide,
Reagan Youth,
Model 500,
The Doors,
Nico,
The Red Krayola,
Sun City Girls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Desert Stars,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Panda Bear,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
The J.B.'s,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart,
Blake Baxter,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.