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 Ecuador and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 Tommy Roe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Niagra,
Man Parrish,
Joe Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smiths,
the Swans,
Television,
Visage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wolf Eyes,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Cameo,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fugs,
Bauhaus,
Urselle,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
In Retrospect,
The Real Kids,
Pylon,
Supertramp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Jeff Lynne,
Nas,
Don Cherry,
Scrapy,
Mandrill,
Mark Hollis,
The Divine Comedy,
X-101,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Brick,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.