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 Iran and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Aswad,
Parry Music,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Deepchord,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Accadde A,
Zero Boys,
Metal Thangz,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
John Holt,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Procol Harum,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rod Modell,
X-Ray Spex,
UT,
Visage,
The Birthday Party,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Magma,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Suburban Knight,
Blake Baxter,
Joey Negro,
Television Personalities,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt,
Jesper Dahlback,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
The Doors,
The Gories,
Brick,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.