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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tokyo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Radiopuhelimet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lalann,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Excepter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
The Gories,
A Certain Ratio,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
David Axelrod,
Robert Hood,
Country Teasers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Cheater Slicks,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Junior Murvin,
Kas Product,
Magma,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Deadbeat,
Ultra Naté,
Wings,
Los Fastidios,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Connie Case,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bluetip,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
The Grass Roots,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Qualms,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
The Kinks,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.