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 Macedonia 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New York Dolls,
Reagan Youth,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Buzzcocks,
Gang Starr,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Ronnie Foster,
The Slits,
Pere Ubu,
Duran Duran,
Andrew Hill,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
The Busters,
the Bar-Kays,
Cluster,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Procol Harum,
EPMD,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Susan Cadogan,
Marc Almond,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
kango's stein massive,
Max Romeo,
Matthew Halsall,
The Divine Comedy,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
The Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
E-Dancer,
The Flesh Eaters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Dirtbombs,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sight & Sound,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skaos,
Fatback Band,
The Buckinghams,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.