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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Nick Fraelich,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Slave,
The Moleskins,
Maurizio,
Scott Walker,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Busters,
Tommy Roe,
Shuggie Otis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Audionom,
U.S. Maple,
Tomorrow,
The Doors,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
Isaac Hayes,
Erasure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Connie Case,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Black Bananas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
The Mojo Men,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.