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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Scan 7,
Khruangbin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mark Hollis,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Section 25,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mars,
Ludus,
Matthew Bourne,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
X-101,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Bar-Kays,
New York Dolls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Morten Harket,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Main Source,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
The Skatalites,
Tubeway Army,
Iggy Pop,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Yusef Lateef,
Wire,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
The Remains,
The Gap Band,
The Gories,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Yazoo,
Marine Girls,
Animal Collective,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.