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 Iraq and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 Marcia Griffiths to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Hasil Adkins,
Davy DMX,
Byron Stingily,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
The American Breed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
Masters at Work,
The Index,
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Liliput,
The Standells,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Cure,
Ice-T,
Lower 48,
Mad Mike,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
David Bowie,
Marc Almond,
Heaven 17,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Sneak,
Scion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool Moe Dee,
T. Rex,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Boz Scaggs,
8 Eyed Spy,
The J.B.'s,
Mantronix,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gichy Dan,
Half Japanese,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Teasers,
Carl Craig,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside,
The Barracudas,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Aswad,
Piero Umiliani,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.