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 Japan and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grime 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lightning Bolt,
The Gun Club,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rakim,
DNA,
Accadde A,
The Doobie Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ice-T,
The Vogues,
Tom Boy,
Babytalk,
Barbara Tucker,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Bananas,
Drexciya,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Little Man,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
PIL,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dave Gahan,
Dawn Penn,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
Anakelly,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Sherman,
JFA,
Can,
Erasure,
Wire,
Delta 5,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.