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 Macedonia and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
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 808 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 Wasted Youth to the electroclash 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
The Motions,
Minor Threat,
Kayak,
Sex Pistols,
Underground Resistance,
Television,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
The Count Five,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Misunderstood,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eden Ahbez,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Delta 5,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
Pere Ubu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
The Fall,
Alison Limerick,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Jandek,
Infiniti,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hasil Adkins,
OOIOO,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Doobie Brothers,
Little Man,
Radiohead,
The Moody Blues,
Andrew Hill,
The Leaves,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Funkadelic,
Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum, Procol Harum.
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.