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 Montenegro and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Grauzone 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Deepchord,
Sight & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Move,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Shoche,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultra Naté,
Visage,
Eurythmics,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
Sparks,
Zero Boys,
Audionom,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Franke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fat Boys,
X-102,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Buckinghams,
Livin' Joy,
Easy Going,
KRS-One,
Yaz,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
The Durutti Column,
Glambeats Corp.,
PIL,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.