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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Rapeman,
Symarip,
Arcadia,
Von Mondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Al Stewart,
Procol Harum,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Grey Daturas,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doors,
Spandau Ballet,
Pharoah Sanders,
Alton Ellis,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
The Gladiators,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
Eli Mardock,
Franke,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Kevin Saunderson,
Shuggie Otis,
Second Layer,
Crooked Eye,
Lightning Bolt,
Aural Exciters,
a-ha,
The Busters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Babytalk,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Index,
David McCallum,
Dennis Brown,
Groovy Waters,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.