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 Italy and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Blancmange to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gong. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
The Residents,
Spandau Ballet,
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Technova,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Smooth,
UT,
Masters at Work,
L. Decosne,
Gang Starr,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brothers Johnson,
10cc,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
China Crisis,
Kerri Chandler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brass Construction,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
X-102,
Prince Buster,
The Fire Engines,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Trumans Water,
Danielle Patucci,
Barrington Levy,
One Last Wish,
Gichy Dan,
Dennis Brown,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.