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 Equatorial Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Bauhaus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Birthday Party,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Terry Callier,
Minny Pops,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Talk Talk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Porter Ricks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantytec,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Soft Cell,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Sällskapet,
Symarip,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Rundgren,
The Move,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.