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 Kosovo and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Deepchord to the techno 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
David Axelrod,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Circle Jerks,
The Gladiators,
Todd Rundgren,
Glambeats Corp.,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fela Kuti,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kaleidoscope,
Anthony Braxton,
Organ,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Martian,
Marine Girls,
Ronan,
Amazonics,
The Stooges,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Al Stewart,
Bill Wells,
Fad Gadget,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Ossler,
John Holt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ten City,
Youth Brigade,
The Walker Brothers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rites of Spring,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Byrd,
The Leaves,
Sonic Youth,
L. Decosne,
Cal Tjader,
Fatback Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-101,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.