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 Germany and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Patti Smith 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skriet,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Gabor Szabo,
Tom Boy,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
June of 44,
DNA,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Peter & Gordon,
Visage,
Japan,
World's Most,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Eli Mardock,
Mission of Burma,
Derrick Morgan,
Babytalk,
The Birthday Party,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Livin' Joy,
Underground Resistance,
Ten City,
Simply Red,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
Mark Hollis,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Main Source,
Young Marble Giants,
Funkadelic,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Scratch Acid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.