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 Kazakhstan and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Robert Görl,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
John Lydon,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Stiv Bators,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Subhumans,
JFA,
Absolute Body Control,
Basic Channel,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Cameo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Camberwell Now,
Don Cherry,
Stereo Dub,
Peter and Kerry,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Boredoms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Rakim,
Todd Rundgren,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tim Buckley,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.