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 Kosovo and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flipper to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Scott Walker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Fat Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Association,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stetsasonic,
Cal Tjader,
Echospace,
X-101,
Henry Cow,
Yaz,
L. Decosne,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Leonard Cohen,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Subhumans,
The Count Five,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
OOIOO,
Roxette,
World's Most,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
Hasil Adkins,
Royal Trux,
Shoche,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Laurel Aitken,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
MDC,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Machine,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.