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 Tonga and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Divine Comedy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ponytail,
The Knickerbockers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Jandek,
Spandau Ballet,
The Monochrome Set,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Visage,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young,
Lindisfarne,
Guru Guru,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liliput,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Rosa Yemen,
Connie Case,
Black Pus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Hardrive,
Supertramp,
Rod Modell,
Popol Vuh,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
KRS-One,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
Loose Ends,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alison Limerick,
Janne Schatter,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.