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 Cairo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kevin Saunderson to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Gabor Szabo,
Eurythmics,
the Soft Cell,
Groovy Waters,
Maleditus Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
JFA,
Skarface,
Yusef Lateef,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Terry Callier,
R.M.O.,
Joy Division,
Amon Düül II,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
June Days,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
F. McDonald,
Roxy Music,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vainqueur,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pere Ubu,
Todd Rundgren,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.