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 Sri Lanka and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Barrington Levy,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
the Sonics,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
the Fania All-Stars,
Quadrant,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Jesper Dahlback,
Young Marble Giants,
Quando Quango,
June Days,
Unwound,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Marvin Gaye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Franke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
The Move,
Yazoo,
Oblivians,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Scrapy,
Eddi Front,
Animal Collective,
the Bar-Kays,
Alphaville,
Delon & Dalcan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jeff Lynne,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Warren Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
Suicide,
Clear Light,
Hashim,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
Inner City,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.