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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Henry Cow,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Smog,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Harmonia,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Pussy Galore,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
UT,
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Robert Hood,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Fluxion,
Jeff Mills,
Yaz,
The Music Machine,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Bobby Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Blossom Toes,
The Tremeloes,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.