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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Terrestrial Tones to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Donald Byrd,
The Stooges,
Ronnie Foster,
Procol Harum,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Kerri Chandler,
Kayak,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
Outsiders,
Au Pairs,
Marvin Gaye,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Average White Band,
The Victims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Model 500,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
The Fuzztones,
The Vogues,
The Standells,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
Section 25,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
E-Dancer,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.