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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
The Mojo Men,
Second Layer,
Henry Cow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Cowsills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Erykah Badu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Michelle Simonal,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Blackbyrds,
Silicon Teens,
Wings,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
The New Christs,
Funkadelic,
The Gladiators,
Duran Duran,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Real Kids,
The Fortunes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Severed Heads,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
Urselle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
the Normal,
Ultimate Spinach,
Adolescents,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Y Pants,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.