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 Netherlands and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Index to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Cramps,
The Busters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
The Leaves,
Bob Dylan,
Talk Talk,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott Heron,
Colin Newman,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Style,
Ultra Naté,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
Mars,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Tim Buckley,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
48th St. Collective,
Junior Murvin,
Ludus,
Anthony Braxton,
10cc,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Vainqueur,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nirvana,
Swell Maps,
LL Cool J,
Flipper,
Hashim,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
John Holt,
the Normal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick Morgan,
Second Layer,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.