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 Russia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Jeru the Damaja,
Technova,
John Holt,
Porter Ricks,
Alton Ellis,
Sun City Girls,
The Count Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
MDC,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Lungfish,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller,
The Birthday Party,
Roxette,
The Invisible,
Oneida,
Monks,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
Grey Daturas,
Loose Ends,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Monks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flamin' Groovies,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Average White Band,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lindisfarne,
The Grass Roots,
Kevin Saunderson,
Von Mondo,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
John Lydon,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.