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 Iran and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Electric Prunes,
Ten City,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Amazonics,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marmalade,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Buzzcocks,
Aswad,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
Outsiders,
Sex Pistols,
Roger Hodgson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Delta 5,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
Youth Brigade,
Rekid,
The Blackbyrds,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh,
Surgeon,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
The Zeros,
Oblivians,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.