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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Graham Central Station,
Stereo Dub,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
The Dave Clark Five,
Matthew Halsall,
the Germs,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Unwound,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Soul Sonic Force,
Q and Not U,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Cal Tjader,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Hashim,
Bootsy Collins,
Andrew Hill,
Arthur Verocai,
Visage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dave Gahan,
Junior Murvin,
The Human League,
Anakelly,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Desert Stars,
Shoche,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.