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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Warren Ellis,
Lucky Dragons,
Warsaw,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monks,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gang Green,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eric Dolphy,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
a-ha,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Funkadelic,
Soul II Soul,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
World's Most,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Niagra,
Pylon,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mandrill,
Brass Construction,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Quantec,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.