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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the snare 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Mr. Review,
Roxy Music,
The Motions,
Banda Bassotti,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Judy Mowatt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ten City,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Desert Stars,
Make Up,
Theoretical Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
The Moody Blues,
Magma,
Camouflage,
Los Fastidios,
A Certain Ratio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Echospace,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jesper Dahlback,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
The Index,
Crime,
Donny Hathaway,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
JFA,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.