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 Palau and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Boredoms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Curtis Mayfield,
Patti Smith,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
Desert Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
Severed Heads,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Fluxion,
Bad Manners,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Neil Young,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marmalade,
The Velvet Underground,
T. Rex,
Qualms,
Chris & Cosey,
Babytalk,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag,
The Dave Clark Five,
LL Cool J,
Wolf Eyes,
Ultra Naté,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The J.B.'s,
Marine Girls,
Lakeside,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
The Associates,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
E-Dancer,
Laurel Aitken,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.