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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Delta 5 to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Skarface,
Swans,
Dead Boys,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Minny Pops,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Flipper,
Mission of Burma,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
H. Thieme,
CMW,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lakeside,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantytec,
Lungfish,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Wolf Eyes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Sister Nancy,
Isaac Hayes,
Chris & Cosey,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Dark Day,
L. Decosne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Young Rascals,
Erykah Badu,
Crooked Eye,
Harmonia,
Au Pairs,
Charles Mingus,
Quadrant,
the Germs,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.