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 Nicaragua and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sixth Finger to the jazz 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
Rekid,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
The Knickerbockers,
10cc,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Zero Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Pere Ubu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bob Dylan,
cv313,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Newcleus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
DJ Sneak,
Agitation Free,
John Cale,
Arcadia,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Lindisfarne,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Siglo XX,
Dawn Penn,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Mills,
Dorothy Ashby,
OOIOO,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.