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 Azerbaijan and from New York.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 Amon Düül to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Porter Ricks,
Nico,
DJ Style,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barbara Tucker,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
Connie Case,
Zero Boys,
Aswad,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Index,
The Martian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Los Fastidios,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Excepter,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Tomorrow,
The Golliwogs,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Mars,
Theoretical Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.