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 Somalia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Soul Sonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Busters,
Organ,
The United States of America,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Mars,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Spoonie Gee,
The Music Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Robert Görl,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bill Wells,
Fela Kuti,
Ten City,
Inner City,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Sound Behaviour,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dawn Penn,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter and Kerry,
Janne Schatter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Leonard Cohen,
Hot Snakes,
the Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
PIL,
Kurtis Blow,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.