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 Mozambique and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
Roger Hodgson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Inner City,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Blancmange,
Aaron Thompson,
Silicon Teens,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Byron Stingily,
Throbbing Gristle,
Unrelated Segments,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moss Icon,
Parry Music,
The Fire Engines,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Idris Muhammad,
The Leaves,
Ultra Naté,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Eric Copeland,
Echospace,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
10cc,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
David McCallum,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Jeru the Damaja,
The New Christs,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Negative Approach,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.