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 Philippines and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Motorama to the electroclash 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Steve Hackett,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Das Ding,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
The Velvet Underground,
Girls At Our Best!,
Main Source,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Accadde A,
Delon & Dalcan,
Los Fastidios,
The Electric Prunes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Royal Trux,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Urselle,
Unwound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Animal Collective,
Ludus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donald Byrd,
Swans,
Pussy Galore,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
a-ha,
Wally Richardson,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Shuggie Otis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mission of Burma,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.