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 Solomon Islands and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Boredoms,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Fugazi,
Wasted Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brass Construction,
Pole,
Todd Terry,
Wally Richardson,
Nik Kershaw,
Cybotron,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
The Buckinghams,
Lalo Schifrin,
cv313,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Susan Cadogan,
Aswad,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Aaron Thompson,
Scion,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Golliwogs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q and Not U,
The Last Poets,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Skriet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Adolescents,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Byrd,
Minutemen,
Blossom Toes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Erasure,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.