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 South Africa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Moody Blues to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalann,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Japan,
Motorama,
Rakim,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
A Certain Ratio,
Harmonia,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Fraelich,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Cluster,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Magma,
Ituana,
June of 44,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
Porter Ricks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.