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 Malawi and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Massinfluence to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Wolf Eyes,
AZ,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Arcadia,
MC5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brand Nubian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Whodini,
Archie Shepp,
LL Cool J,
Dual Sessions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Style,
Leonard Cohen,
Sällskapet,
Suicide,
Gichy Dan,
Ice-T,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Hill,
Qualms,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mad Mike,
The Fortunes,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
The Victims,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispy Ambulance,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Technova,
Con Funk Shun,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.