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 Singapore and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Amon Düül II to the funk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minny Pops,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Freddie Wadling,
Angry Samoans,
Brass Construction,
Moss Icon,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fuzztones,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
the Bar-Kays,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dark Day,
Traffic Nightmare,
ABBA,
The Monochrome Set,
Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Womack,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Brothers Johnson,
The Names,
Henry Cow,
Sun Ra,
Duran Duran,
Monks,
Cluster,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.