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 Fiji and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Robert Palmer 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 American Breed to the funk 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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Sneak,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Skarface,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The United States of America,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cure,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Crime,
Neil Young,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Skaos,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
JFA,
Lower 48,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
The Names,
Kurtis Blow,
Television,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mummies,
Althea and Donna,
the Slits,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Mantronix,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.