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 Liberia and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
The Slackers,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Althea and Donna,
Slave,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Fat Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Wally Richardson,
Wasted Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Deepchord,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Amazonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
John Foxx,
the Association,
Sparks,
Liliput,
Rotary Connection,
Kenny Larkin,
ABBA,
Cybotron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hasil Adkins,
LL Cool J,
R.M.O.,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Icehouse,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Wells,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.