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 Madagascar and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 güiro 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 The Young Rascals to the disco 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Infiniti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Q and Not U,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cowsills,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
In Retrospect,
Sixth Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Masters at Work,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Loose Ends,
Unwound,
The Dirtbombs,
Bobby Womack,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pantaleimon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
The Fire Engines,
Joensuu 1685,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Faraquet,
One Last Wish,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Marine Girls,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Leonard Cohen,
Letta Mbulu,
David Axelrod,
Nik Kershaw,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.