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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the funk 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Lynne,
Quando Quango,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Althea and Donna,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
a-ha,
8 Eyed Spy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
The Vogues,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kas Product,
Tropical Tobacco,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Make Up,
MDC,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Alton Ellis,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
Mission of Burma,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.