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 Rwanda and from Accra.
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 Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Robert Palmer 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 Soft Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Radio Birdman,
Sex Pistols,
Public Enemy,
Cybotron,
E-Dancer,
DNA,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Motorama,
cv313,
Pantaleimon,
John Cale,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yaz,
Terrestrial Tones,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Animal Collective,
The Blackbyrds,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
La Düsseldorf,
Soulsonic Force,
Dorothy Ashby,
Intrusion,
Davy DMX,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Normal,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Deepchord,
Lightning Bolt,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
Franke,
James White and The Blacks,
Grey Daturas,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
Heaven 17,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Wasted Youth,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.