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 Lesotho and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ronan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Soul II Soul,
The Flesh Eaters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Can,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Kayak,
Henry Cow,
Judy Mowatt,
Max Romeo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mr. Review,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Crime,
Grauzone,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Seeds,
Idris Muhammad,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Vainqueur,
Skriet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Matthew Bourne,
The Modern Lovers,
Harmonia,
OOIOO,
cv313,
Agitation Free,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
Shuggie Otis,
Aloha Tigers,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Prince Buster,
Bill Wells,
Von Mondo,
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.