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 Montenegro and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Clear Light,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
Cymande,
Marmalade,
Dennis Brown,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Dorothy Ashby,
June Days,
Rapeman,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ronan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
Andrew Hill,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gories,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nils Olav,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Grass Roots,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Q and Not U,
F. McDonald,
Charles Mingus,
The Fall,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Wings,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
Buzzcocks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.