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 the UAE and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Man Parrish to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Roxy Music,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Howard Jones,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Lou Christie,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sixth Finger,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Human League,
Robert Wyatt,
Joe Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Eli Mardock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
Khruangbin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
Fela Kuti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Monolake,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Flesh Eaters,
Japan,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Essential Logic,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Foxx,
Motorama,
Newcleus,
Mantronix,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.