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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
Boredoms,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Godley & Creme,
Aural Exciters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sound,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Offenders,
Parry Music,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
Easy Going,
The Victims,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Divine Comedy,
Index,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soulsonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Dennis Brown,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
Pulsallama,
DNA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
R.M.O.,
These Immortal Souls,
Cecil Taylor,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Television,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minnie Riperton,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Chris & Cosey,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.