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 Panama and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 The Birthday Party to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Birthday Party,
The Monochrome Set,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
E-Dancer,
Howard Jones,
Amazonics,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Fluxion,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Pulsallama,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
The Seeds,
Supertramp,
Alphaville,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Grauzone,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
This Heat,
John Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Real Kids,
Make Up,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Surgeon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Country Teasers,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.