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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Walker Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Eden Ahbez,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Barclay James Harvest,
Metal Thangz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Swell Maps,
Graham Central Station,
Television,
Crash Course in Science,
Fugazi,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Red Krayola,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faust,
The J.B.'s,
Yaz,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Bauhaus,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Stooges,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bill Wells,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
Matthew Halsall,
Motorama,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Al Stewart,
A Certain Ratio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Average White Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Seeds,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.