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 Norway and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Monks,
New Age Steppers,
The Grass Roots,
Nick Fraelich,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Normal,
The Fugs,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Don Cherry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
The Gun Club,
Mars,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
X-101,
The Dirtbombs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Max Romeo,
Minnie Riperton,
Ludus,
Mantronix,
The Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.