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 Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Surgeon,
Liliput,
The Birthday Party,
Animal Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Delon & Dalcan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ice-T,
John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Busters,
Unwound,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fatback Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
the Normal,
Chrome,
The Zeros,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
KRS-One,
Boz Scaggs,
Fela Kuti,
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Babytalk,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Wasted Youth,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Amazonics,
MC5,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
Glenn Branca,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.