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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Alton Ellis to the dance 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
The Divine Comedy,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Bar-Kays,
Bauhaus,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eurythmics,
Q65,
Dual Sessions,
Pere Ubu,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
La Düsseldorf,
Smog,
The Grass Roots,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Warsaw,
Gastr Del Sol,
Joyce Sims,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Hot Snakes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Buzzcocks,
Icehouse,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Davy DMX,
Roxette,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Easy Going,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Trumans Water,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.