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 Kyrgyzstan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Talk Talk to the rock 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soft Cell,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sarah Menescal,
D'Angelo,
The Wake,
Adolescents,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dennis Brown,
Pierre Henry,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Stereo Dub,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cluster,
X-101,
U.S. Maple,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Porter Ricks,
Kerrie Biddell,
June Days,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Accadde A,
The Birthday Party,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camouflage,
Eli Mardock,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Johnny Clarke,
Essential Logic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.