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 Guatemala and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Robert Palmer 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 Ornette Coleman to the crunk 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Derrick Morgan,
Average White Band,
Colin Newman,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Christie,
Eric Dolphy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan,
Agitation Free,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eurythmics,
Youth Brigade,
Moby Grape,
Kool Moe Dee,
Y Pants,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Can,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Al Stewart,
The Raincoats,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
The Skatalites,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mo-Dettes,
Deadbeat,
The Invisible,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yaz,
Urselle,
Masters at Work,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Symarip,
the Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.