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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
the Sonics,
Jandek,
Lightning Bolt,
The Skatalites,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soul II Soul,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Tremeloes,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
David Axelrod,
Bad Manners,
Theoretical Girls,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
Yazoo,
CMW,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun Ra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bush Tetras,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
The Mummies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Main Source,
Eddi Front,
Reuben Wilson,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Green,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Alton Ellis,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
The American Breed,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.