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 Algeria and from Bremen.
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 London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 The Doobie Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Procol Harum,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Faust,
DNA,
Minny Pops,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Dark Day,
Flamin' Groovies,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crooked Eye,
Cal Tjader,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Radiohead,
Junior Murvin,
Janne Schatter,
Easy Going,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deepchord,
La Düsseldorf,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
Blancmange,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.