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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Altered Images to the crunk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lou Reed,
A Certain Ratio,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Nirvana,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spoonie Gee,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Saccharine Trust,
X-Ray Spex,
The Velvet Underground,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Livin' Joy,
Schoolly D,
Heaven 17,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Mo-Dettes,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slave,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.