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 Bulgaria 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 The Stooges. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Icehouse,
Infiniti,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Lydon,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neu!,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Hill,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Guru Guru,
The Motions,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
The Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Moleskins,
Yellowson,
LL Cool J,
The Cramps,
Slave,
Fear,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bad Manners,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Donald Byrd,
Shuggie Otis,
Fela Kuti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Howard Jones,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blackbyrds,
Cluster,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cecil Taylor,
Spandau Ballet,
Silicon Teens,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.