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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alton Ellis 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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Brass Construction,
The Durutti Column,
The Blues Magoos,
Boredoms,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vladislav Delay,
Funky Four + One,
Pierre Henry,
The Cure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Country Teasers,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
F. McDonald,
Aural Exciters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tubeway Army,
The Real Kids,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Tremeloes,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
the Slits,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.