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 United Kingdom and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 mellotron 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 The Angels of Light to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The Five Americans,
The Cure,
Organ,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
MC5,
Symarip,
Sam Rivers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
Stockholm Monsters,
The New Christs,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
Marcia Griffiths,
Janne Schatter,
June Days,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blancmange,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Womack,
Rakim,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
Liliput,
Dark Day,
Pere Ubu,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABBA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The United States of America,
Dual Sessions,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shuggie Otis,
The Searchers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.