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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alison Limerick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David McCallum,
Unwound,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
H. Thieme,
The Real Kids,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Television,
Flash Fearless,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Public Enemy,
Soul Sonic Force,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Davy DMX,
T. Rex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
X-Ray Spex,
The United States of America,
Joensuu 1685,
The Divine Comedy,
Au Pairs,
The Zeros,
Interpol,
Deepchord,
Q65,
Rufus Thomas,
Wally Richardson,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
Hardrive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
Blancmange,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.