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 Cyprus and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Dennis Brown,
Buzzcocks,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Dirtbombs,
Pagans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
Sound Behaviour,
Slave,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Clarke,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Massinfluence,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Barbara Tucker,
This Heat,
Juan Atkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Motorama,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Model 500,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dead Boys,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Sheep,
Yusef Lateef,
Icehouse,
Eric Dolphy,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gladiators,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Residents,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
In Retrospect,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hasil Adkins,
Joyce Sims,
Susan Cadogan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.