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 Paraguay and from Milan.
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 Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bill Near,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arab on Radar,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donald Byrd,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cameo,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Lakeside,
Swans,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Soulsonic Force,
Terry Callier,
Roger Hodgson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Intrusion,
Excepter,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Audionom,
Agitation Free,
Icehouse,
Panda Bear,
The Star Department,
Black Moon,
Kerri Chandler,
Wally Richardson,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Juan Atkins,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Rakim,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.