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 Papua New Guinea and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Simply Red to the funk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scion,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Trojans,
Public Enemy,
The Martian,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rakim,
Pylon,
Lower 48,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arcadia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Glenn Branca,
Warren Ellis,
Thompson Twins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
kango's stein massive,
The Blackbyrds,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Alison Limerick,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Moon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dual Sessions,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free,
Jerry Gold Smith,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.