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 Sweden and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Section 25,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Görl,
The Trojans,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul II Soul,
Nils Olav,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rapeman,
David Axelrod,
Mad Mike,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Scion,
Gang Green,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
Ludus,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grauzone,
Cluster,
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Crime,
Boz Scaggs,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Faust,
Crooked Eye,
Slick Rick,
the Slits,
Young Marble Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.