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 Jordan and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Tropical Tobacco to the grime 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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Nik Kershaw,
Sugar Minott,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Whodini,
Popol Vuh,
Kerri Chandler,
The New Christs,
ABC,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
cv313,
Rosa Yemen,
Guru Guru,
Pantaleimon,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Tim Buckley,
Adolescents,
Mars,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Malaria!,
Mary Jane Girls,
Livin' Joy,
John Lydon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fatback Band,
Grauzone,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
kango's stein massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Scott Walker,
Joyce Sims,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.