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 St Lucia and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Zapp to the techno 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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Grauzone,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
The Pretty Things,
The Velvet Underground,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Chrome,
James White and The Blacks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
Rotary Connection,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Busters,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Faraquet,
Ituana,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Gil Scott Heron,
Simply Red,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker,
The Associates,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Grass Roots,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick Morgan,
Warren Ellis,
Cecil Taylor,
Flash Fearless,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Joy Division,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Excepter,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.