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 Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 June of 44 to the funk 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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Monks,
PIL,
The Alarm Clocks,
Half Japanese,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Susan Cadogan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ossler,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cymande,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brand Nubian,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Flash Fearless,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Siglo XX,
The Fire Engines,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Buzzcocks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blancmange,
Eve St. Jones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.