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 Gambia 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Cecil Taylor,
Sixth Finger,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Symarip,
Crooked Eye,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Magma,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Agitation Free,
Section 25,
These Immortal Souls,
Motorama,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
Alice Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cowsills,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lungfish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Smog,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Banda Bassotti,
Pharoah Sanders,
June Days,
LL Cool J,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marine Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scratch Acid,
MDC,
Hashim,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.