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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Motorama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harry Pussy,
Fatback Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Livin' Joy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
The Kinks,
Reuben Wilson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zapp,
The Doors,
Mantronix,
Unwound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Sheep,
Lindisfarne,
The Smoke,
Kaleidoscope,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry's Kids,
The Busters,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
Stereo Dub,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Barracudas,
The Pretty Things,
Scratch Acid,
Barrington Levy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sparks,
KRS-One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aural Exciters,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Dead Boys,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.