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 Cuba and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 The Move to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
The Seeds,
Circle Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Outsiders,
Lungfish,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
The Modern Lovers,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
Can,
Ice-T,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pulsallama,
Procol Harum,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Ludus,
Symarip,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Funky Four + One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Joe Finger,
Los Fastidios,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soft Cell,
Parry Music,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.