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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 the Fania All-Stars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agent Orange,
The Angels of Light,
The Buckinghams,
ABC,
The Birthday Party,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Jandek,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slick Rick,
the Normal,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Kayak,
Symarip,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
New Order,
Groovy Waters,
Deepchord,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Ice-T,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Franke,
Bad Manners,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantaleimon,
Whodini,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül II,
Royal Trux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aswad,
Patti Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Durutti Column,
Marvin Gaye,
The Remains,
Barclay James Harvest,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vladislav Delay,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.