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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ 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 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Lakeside,
Newcleus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
Clear Light,
The Index,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Yaz,
Mars,
The Sonics,
Fear,
Simply Red,
The Associates,
Index,
Maurizio,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Archie Shepp,
the Germs,
Ten City,
The Dirtbombs,
Jandek,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gong,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Blossom Toes,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scan 7,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
The Litter,
The Remains,
Moss Icon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Con Funk Shun,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kenny Larkin,
Morten Harket,
Bobbi Humphrey,
X-102,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.