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 United Kingdom and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 CMW to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Funkadelic,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
ABC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Pagans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Loose Ends,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DJ Style,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vladislav Delay,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Q65,
Gong,
Radiohead,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Circle Jerks,
Man Parrish,
The Music Machine,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
UT,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Scientists,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tim Buckley,
Kaleidoscope,
The Last Poets,
Brothers Johnson,
Marine Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Black Bananas,
New York Dolls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.