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 Moldova and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gerry Rafferty to the rock 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sex Pistols,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Index,
The Seeds,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
The Birthday Party,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
A Certain Ratio,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Clarke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Procol Harum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Dolphy,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dennis Brown,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Cymande,
Amon Düül,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Graham Central Station,
Skriet,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Wyatt,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.