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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Anakelly to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Kurtis Blow,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Robert Wyatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
The Skatalites,
Joy Division,
Minor Threat,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Robert Görl,
The Pretty Things,
Simply Red,
Fear,
Wolf Eyes,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Patti Smith,
Oneida,
Metal Thangz,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Josef K,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
The Neon Judgement,
Faust,
Dawn Penn,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
8 Eyed Spy,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
The Fuzztones,
Marvin Gaye,
Pere Ubu,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
cv313,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Count Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
The Motions,
Sparks,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.