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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 R.M.O. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Ten City,
Dennis Brown,
Letta Mbulu,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
Marvin Gaye,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Ultravox,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Nirvana,
Nas,
Dual Sessions,
Ronnie Foster,
Eve St. Jones,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Supertramp,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
The Dirtbombs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
T. Rex,
Wally Richardson,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erykah Badu,
The Litter,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare,
The Cowsills,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Davy DMX,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
The Dead C,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
The Techniques,
Technova,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.