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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Birthday Party to the grunge 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Moody Blues,
Archie Shepp,
Kayak,
Carl Craig,
Con Funk Shun,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
Fat Boys,
the Normal,
Model 500,
The Alarm Clocks,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skarface,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Marine Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Brass Construction,
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Divine Comedy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
Essential Logic,
Minutemen,
Harmonia,
Jeff Mills,
Basic Channel,
Hoover,
New York Dolls,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Surgeon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
Mr. Review,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.