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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pylon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Gladiators,
Soft Machine,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Essential Logic,
D'Angelo,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Deadbeat,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Index,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Soulsonic Force,
Gong,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Residents,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Altered Images,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Index,
Magazine,
The Velvet Underground,
Ken Boothe,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Scientists,
Cluster,
48th St. Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
Scan 7,
Charles Mingus,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.