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 Uruguay and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
Ludus,
Dawn Penn,
The Pop Group,
Groovy Waters,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Model 500,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
The Index,
Albert Ayler,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
Tom Boy,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
Junior Murvin,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Gang of Four,
Davy DMX,
Lakeside,
The Cramps,
Magazine,
Little Man,
The Music Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
John Holt,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Robert Wyatt,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Skarface,
Lungfish,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.