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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Hoover to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Yusef Lateef,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
Vladislav Delay,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Von Mondo,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sam Rivers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pretty Things,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Technova,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bronski Beat,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Wire,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Kaleidoscope,
Visage,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
The Black Dice,
Aaron Thompson,
Au Pairs,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
Quando Quango,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Y Pants,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
The Birthday Party,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.