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 Papua New Guinea and from London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bauhaus to the grunge 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Stereo Dub,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
The Pretty Things,
Slave,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sound,
Monolake,
Cal Tjader,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Schoolly D,
The Mummies,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Moody Blues,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
The Standells,
Quando Quango,
The Buckinghams,
The Index,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Dawn Penn,
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
The Monks,
Pussy Galore,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
The Litter,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Crash Course in Science,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Jerry's Kids,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pulsallama,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.