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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Depeche Mode,
Mantronix,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantytec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Invisible,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Freddie Wadling,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Pagans,
Jacques Brel,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
The Moody Blues,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Brick,
Sällskapet,
Negative Approach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Parry Music,
Drexciya,
The Index,
MDC,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Hoover,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Chris Corsano,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
ABBA,
Don Cherry,
John Coltrane,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
UT,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.