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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Ronan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Five Americans,
Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Todd Terry,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Boredoms,
Deadbeat,
The Dirtbombs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
Fluxion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Real Kids,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Trojans,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Danielle Patucci,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
The Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.