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 Poland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the disco 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
The Pretty Things,
The J.B.'s,
The Real Kids,
Wire,
Cymande,
Roxy Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Flag,
Albert Ayler,
MDC,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Eyeless In Gaza,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Toni Rubio,
Alice Coltrane,
The Red Krayola,
Ludus,
Spandau Ballet,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül II,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Zero Boys,
Hasil Adkins,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dead C,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Average White Band,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Dawn Penn,
The Litter,
Maleditus Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
MC5,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Moon,
PIL,
The Standells,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Osbourne,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Brand Nubian,
B.T. Express,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.