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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Massinfluence,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Anakelly,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Das Ding,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Erasure,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
Joey Negro,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Severed Heads,
The Standells,
Lalann,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Associates,
Essential Logic,
JFA,
Sun City Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Shoche,
Sandy B,
Avey Tare,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Jacques Brel,
The Fall,
Gang Starr,
Kerrie Biddell,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Warren Ellis,
Scion,
Pet Shop Boys,
Smog,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.