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 Hungary and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Prince Buster,
The Count Five,
Zapp,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Alton Ellis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Stooges,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
Fela Kuti,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Procol Harum,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Sherman,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Panda Bear,
Bauhaus,
Echospace,
Goldenarms,
Black Flag,
Slave,
The Move,
Eli Mardock,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
The Angels of Light,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
The Evens,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reuben Wilson,
Television,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.