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 Oman and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nation of Ulysses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Smog,
Marine Girls,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Slave,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Görl,
Panda Bear,
Eli Mardock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Bill Near,
Vainqueur,
These Immortal Souls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Radiohead,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joe Finger,
Don Cherry,
Kevin Saunderson,
kango's stein massive,
Fad Gadget,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
FM Einheit,
The Fuzztones,
ABC,
Cymande,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Derrick Morgan,
The Happenings,
Tres Demented,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Outsiders,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.