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 Indonesia and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Barry Ungar to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Make Up,
The Zeros,
Supertramp,
Negative Approach,
Man Parrish,
Infiniti,
Radio Birdman,
June of 44,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pole,
CMW,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Stooges,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Terrestrial Tones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Visage,
L. Decosne,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
Arthur Verocai,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pierre Henry,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cameo,
Jeff Lynne,
Idris Muhammad,
Lightning Bolt,
The Leaves,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.