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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Star Department to the grime 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Suicide,
Yaz,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Monks,
Graham Central Station,
Circle Jerks,
Altered Images,
Tres Demented,
Crash Course in Science,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skaos,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Soulsonic Force,
UT,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Foxx,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mummies,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
kango's stein massive,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
The Index,
The Grass Roots,
Kenny Larkin,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Leonard Cohen,
Talk Talk,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.