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 Laos and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Lou Reed 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 jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
the Swans,
T. Rex,
Television,
Gabor Szabo,
Hot Snakes,
F. McDonald,
Shoche,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
a-ha,
Girls At Our Best!,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Wolf Eyes,
Outsiders,
John Foxx,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Golliwogs,
The Durutti Column,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Scientists,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sugar Minott,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
Josef K,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
the Normal,
The Moody Blues,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Saccharine Trust,
The Walker Brothers,
Audionom,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Cymande,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.