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 Haiti and from New York.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Absolute Body Control,
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Bad Manners,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pere Ubu,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Loose Ends,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sparks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
China Crisis,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Hill,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Vainqueur,
Depeche Mode,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Drexciya,
Mad Mike,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
Moebius,
The Residents,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Reuben Wilson,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Music Machine,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Inner City,
The Searchers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Skarface,
Kayak,
Severed Heads,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.