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 Ukraine 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Soul II Soul to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
The Cowsills,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
The Pretty Things,
Sugar Minott,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
Essential Logic,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Foxx,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp,
The Busters,
The Red Krayola,
Marshall Jefferson,
Infiniti,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Eli Mardock,
Radiohead,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Faraquet,
Scion,
Cal Tjader,
Lightning Bolt,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Max Romeo,
The Gap Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Joey Negro,
Agent Orange,
Crooked Eye,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Loose Ends,
Fear,
Donald Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Bang On A Can,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.