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 El Salvador and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 The Searchers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Delon & Dalcan,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Ten City,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris & Cosey,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
Robert Hood,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bob Dylan,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
Newcleus,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Darondo,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Moby Grape,
Cluster,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Metal Thangz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Arab on Radar,
the Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Aaron Thompson,
Robert Görl,
Tres Demented,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Motions,
Hashim,
Sandy B,
Bobby Womack,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.