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 Mali and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Residents to the dance 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
Harry Pussy,
The Electric Prunes,
Cal Tjader,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Toni Rubio,
The Fire Engines,
Yusef Lateef,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Grey Daturas,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Tomorrow,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
The Grass Roots,
Banda Bassotti,
The Associates,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
The Techniques,
Icehouse,
The Knickerbockers,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
Terry Callier,
Marine Girls,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
The Fortunes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swell Maps,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
Desert Stars,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.