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 Sierra Leone and from Tokyo.
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 Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Byron Stingily,
AZ,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
June Days,
Matthew Bourne,
The Monochrome Set,
The Fall,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Ultravox,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Magma,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
the Association,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Animal Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Dolphy,
Soulsonic Force,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Y Pants,
The Move,
EPMD,
Skriet,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Flag,
The Names,
The Doors,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
Ituana,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
The Sound,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
The American Breed,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.