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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 The Velvet Underground to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pulsallama,
Soul II Soul,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Los Fastidios,
Excepter,
Monks,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Massinfluence,
Scion,
Suicide,
Nas,
Brothers Johnson,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Babytalk,
The Barracudas,
Arcadia,
Byron Stingily,
Hot Snakes,
Easy Going,
Gong,
Minnie Riperton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
Sister Nancy,
The Black Dice,
Todd Rundgren,
The Golliwogs,
Livin' Joy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Derrick May,
Grey Daturas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
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.