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 Kyrgyzstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Parry Music to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
The Names,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Whodini,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yellowson,
MC5,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Wolf Eyes,
Lightning Bolt,
Rosa Yemen,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
Anakelly,
Black Pus,
Motorama,
Bad Manners,
Lyres,
E-Dancer,
Gichy Dan,
The Birthday Party,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Sherman,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
LL Cool J,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Durutti Column,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.