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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
James White and The Blacks,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Glenn Branca,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visage,
Audionom,
Colin Newman,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
John Coltrane,
Excepter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Reagan Youth,
The Zeros,
Ronnie Foster,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
The Monochrome Set,
Tubeway Army,
AZ,
Joe Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
D'Angelo,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Fatback Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Skriet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.