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 Tonga and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock 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 güiro 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
New Age Steppers,
Josef K,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Barclay James Harvest,
Juan Atkins,
Q65,
Lou Christie,
Marshall Jefferson,
Average White Band,
Khruangbin,
Warsaw,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Parry Music,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
The Skatalites,
The Techniques,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Brass Construction,
Dead Boys,
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Agitation Free,
Spandau Ballet,
Heaven 17,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Von Mondo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dawn Penn,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roger Hodgson,
June Days,
The Black Dice,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.