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 Algeria and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
Panda Bear,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Donny Hathaway,
Animal Collective,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
the Bar-Kays,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Christie,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Michelle Simonal,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Fugazi,
Eric Copeland,
Youth Brigade,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.