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 Belize and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Smooth,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Residents,
Thompson Twins,
Barrington Levy,
Oneida,
Moss Icon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yazoo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Howard Jones,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Deakin,
Yaz,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
Accadde A,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Smog,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Pus,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
The Victims,
David Bowie,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
The Happenings,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.