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 Korea South and from London.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Golliwogs to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Charles Mingus,
EPMD,
Tomorrow,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Young Marble Giants,
John Coltrane,
These Immortal Souls,
Warren Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Sister Nancy,
Stereo Dub,
Pharoah Sanders,
Iggy Pop,
Junior Murvin,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
48th St. Collective,
The Skatalites,
The Dave Clark Five,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rakim,
Man Eating Sloth,
Subhumans,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amazonics,
Q and Not U,
Sandy B,
The United States of America,
Gabor Szabo,
Fad Gadget,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Slick Rick,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
Carl Craig,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ornette Coleman,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Andrew Hill,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.