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 New Zealand and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Thompson Twins to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Rufus Thomas,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Enemy,
Hardrive,
The Music Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Subhumans,
Tomorrow,
Khruangbin,
Warren Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Fear,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultra Naté,
Jawbox,
Suburban Knight,
Danielle Patucci,
Au Pairs,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
B.T. Express,
Deepchord,
Icehouse,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Rakim,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Gun Club,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
X-Ray Spex,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Eating Sloth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Theoretical Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agent Orange,
Nico,
The Happenings,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.