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 Ecuador and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Rufus Thomas,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Rekid,
ABC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
The Wake,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Gang Starr,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
The Busters,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Buzzcocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
Rosa Yemen,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
This Heat,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.