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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Moss Icon,
The Cramps,
Stereo Dub,
Terry Callier,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Associates,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Guru Guru,
The Martian,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Franke,
CMW,
Section 25,
Unwound,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Dual Sessions,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
AZ,
Skaos,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
Q65,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
L. Decosne,
Arcadia,
The Dave Clark Five,
Anakelly,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Slave,
The Offenders,
Loose Ends,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Chris & Cosey,
Con Funk Shun,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Motions,
Schoolly D,
Faraquet,
Ponytail,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Little Man,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.