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 Mozambique and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
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 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 Lou Reed 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 Gabor Szabo to the jazz 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Lower 48,
Ken Boothe,
The Music Machine,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Maurizio,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Average White Band,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Pantytec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gap Band,
Jawbox,
The Litter,
Pylon,
The Dirtbombs,
Basic Channel,
The Toasters,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
Joe Smooth,
The Residents,
Hot Snakes,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
John Holt,
The Skatalites,
Joyce Sims,
a-ha,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.