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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Hill to the dance 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Heaven 17,
T. Rex,
Infiniti,
Rotary Connection,
Ossler,
X-101,
Rod Modell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Easy Going,
Bill Wells,
Black Moon,
Dual Sessions,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
Cecil Taylor,
The American Breed,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lakeside,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Funky Four + One,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ludus,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Mandrill,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Rites of Spring,
Oblivians,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Neil Young,
Youth Brigade,
Bobby Womack,
The United States of America,
The Young Rascals,
Nation of Ulysses,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Wings,
The Count Five,
Q and Not U,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.