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 Israel and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Pantytec,
June Days,
Flipper,
Soul II Soul,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
The Five Americans,
Organ,
Toni Rubio,
Qualms,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
Kaleidoscope,
One Last Wish,
Peter & Gordon,
Rod Modell,
Bill Wells,
Bob Dylan,
Gong,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gabor Szabo,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Sneak,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Drive Like Jehu,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Audionom,
the Germs,
The Remains,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
The Standells,
Dark Day,
Warsaw,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Gang of Four,
David Bowie,
Sex Pistols,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.