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 Mauritania and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Desert Stars to the rap 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fall,
Au Pairs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Pere Ubu,
Deepchord,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tres Demented,
One Last Wish,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lower 48,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Alton Ellis,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Symarip,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
The Real Kids,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Holt,
X-Ray Spex,
Cecil Taylor,
Shoche,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.