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 Bahrain 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rapeman to the jazz 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Dead Boys,
Bootsy Collins,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
The Happenings,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
the Normal,
The Velvet Underground,
Harmonia,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
ABBA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Fear,
The Skatalites,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
The Black Dice,
Lindisfarne,
Pere Ubu,
Excepter,
Barry Ungar,
Soul II Soul,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.