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 Guinea and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Eli Mardock to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
the Normal,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Inner City,
Sonny Sharrock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül II,
Brand Nubian,
Fat Boys,
Fatback Band,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Cybotron,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
The Moody Blues,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Trumans Water,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Tommy Roe,
Easy Going,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Tom Boy,
Alison Limerick,
Wire,
Depeche Mode,
X-Ray Spex,
Khruangbin,
The Misunderstood,
Carl Craig,
Minutemen,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warsaw,
Erasure,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pagans,
Suicide,
Danielle Patucci,
The Happenings,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.