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 Algeria and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
The Neon Judgement,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Malaria!,
Babytalk,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Hardrive,
Brick,
X-101,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Don Cherry,
AZ,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Graham Central Station,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eddi Front,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
D'Angelo,
Dennis Brown,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smoke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
Black Sheep,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Kurtis Blow,
the Association,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.