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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gichy Dan to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Franke,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grauzone,
Roy Ayers,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
Barry Ungar,
Graham Central Station,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
The Star Department,
The Five Americans,
David McCallum,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Organ,
Echospace,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crispy Ambulance,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
H. Thieme,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
The Beau Brummels,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.