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 Togo and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 DNA to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s 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 The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thompson Twins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Victims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The J.B.'s,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Flash Fearless,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Television,
Lalann,
DNA,
Maurizio,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers,
Andrew Hill,
Bang On A Can,
T.S.O.L.,
June of 44,
Stiv Bators,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Spoonie Gee,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joensuu 1685,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Almond,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
The Motions,
Talk Talk,
Can,
The Smiths,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Don Cherry,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.