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 Syria and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
Boredoms,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
David Axelrod,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Slick Rick,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
The Litter,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Con Funk Shun,
David McCallum,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minnie Riperton,
DJ Sneak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
Kurtis Blow,
Simply Red,
Arab on Radar,
Iggy Pop,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Rundgren,
Quando Quango,
Thee Headcoats,
the Human League,
ABC,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lower 48,
Babytalk,
A Certain Ratio,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.