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 Morocco and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Philadelphia.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Arab on Radar,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
Warsaw,
A Certain Ratio,
UT,
D'Angelo,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Cluster,
The Pretty Things,
Ralphi Rosario,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül II,
Tim Buckley,
Procol Harum,
Bizarre Inc.,
Anakelly,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doors,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Fad Gadget,
Rufus Thomas,
Freddie Wadling,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Reagan Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter and Kerry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Dawn Penn,
Harpers Bizarre,
DJ Style,
The Sonics,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
X-102,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Parry Music,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.