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 Finland and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Kevin Saunderson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
CMW,
Tommy Roe,
Reagan Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Warsaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jerry's Kids,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Bush Tetras,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Eric Dolphy,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Scott Walker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Archie Shepp,
Rites of Spring,
LL Cool J,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Neon Judgement,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.