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 Cape Verde and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin 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 Skatalites to the electroclash 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Country Teasers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joy Division,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Warsaw,
Kaleidoscope,
Mary Jane Girls,
Swans,
Radio Birdman,
Pagans,
Siglo XX,
Arthur Verocai,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
The Slits,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Technova,
Amon Düül,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Sun City Girls,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Agent Orange,
The Human League,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aloha Tigers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deadbeat,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.