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 Pakistan 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Little Man,
Essential Logic,
Harry Pussy,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Thompson Twins,
New Age Steppers,
Pere Ubu,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lungfish,
Arab on Radar,
The Dead C,
Japan,
John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
La Düsseldorf,
Average White Band,
Eric Dolphy,
The Black Dice,
the Fania All-Stars,
Schoolly D,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Names,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Martian,
Black Flag,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Peter & Gordon,
Todd Terry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
Glenn Branca,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
JFA,
The Kinks,
Anthony Braxton,
Neu!,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.