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 Syria and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Rites of Spring to the grime 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
The Searchers,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
Janne Schatter,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Hardrive,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Black Flag,
F. McDonald,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Joe Finger,
The Cowsills,
The Fortunes,
Rotary Connection,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
The Pretty Things,
Soulsonic Force,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
DNA,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Graham Central Station,
The Index,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
the Swans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxy Music,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Eli Mardock,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.