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 the UAE and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Pussy Galore to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 R.M.O.. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
These Immortal Souls,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Q and Not U,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
The Index,
Mad Mike,
Kas Product,
EPMD,
Delta 5,
The Techniques,
Rekid,
This Heat,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Pole,
Radio Birdman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-102,
Connie Case,
Laurel Aitken,
Pylon,
Sandy B,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
Ice-T,
Organ,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Y Pants,
Supertramp,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
The Cure,
Motorama,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Minor Threat,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
Fear,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Sherman,
The Walker Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Symarip,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
Index,
Oneida,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.