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 Brunei 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
Essential Logic,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Deakin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Fatback Band,
Tommy Roe,
Isaac Hayes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
The Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Joensuu 1685,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
The Electric Prunes,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Q and Not U,
Anthony Braxton,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eurythmics,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Joe Finger,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.