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 Jordan and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
The Red Krayola,
Talk Talk,
Nirvana,
Tom Boy,
Wally Richardson,
MC5,
Groovy Waters,
Agent Orange,
Quantec,
The Trojans,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Desert Stars,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Real Kids,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Chrome,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Yazoo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harry Pussy,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
OOIOO,
Jerry's Kids,
Mandrill,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
The Selecter,
Mars,
The Kinks,
Soft Cell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Stooges,
New Age Steppers,
Slick Rick,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Hill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Walker Brothers,
Alice Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
The Music Machine,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.