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 Finland and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Fortunes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arthur Verocai,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Minnie Riperton,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dual Sessions,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Pus,
The American Breed,
Don Cherry,
Donny Hathaway,
The Dead C,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Eric Copeland,
Bob Dylan,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
DJ Style,
The Misunderstood,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
PIL,
Gang Green,
Roxy Music,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
The Cowsills,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fat Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Sound Behaviour,
Joe Finger,
Cheater Slicks,
Carl Craig,
Henry Cow,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.