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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Girls At Our Best!,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Radiohead,
Spandau Ballet,
Lyres,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Anakelly,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Quando Quango,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Josef K,
The Standells,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yellowson,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
Procol Harum,
Inner City,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Todd Terry,
Urselle,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
The Dead C,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.