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 the UAE and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 the Sonics to the grime 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Kurtis Blow,
John Lydon,
T. Rex,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
John Holt,
Cluster,
The Fuzztones,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Hot Snakes,
EPMD,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerri Chandler,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Toni Rubio,
Alison Limerick,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Bananas,
Archie Shepp,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ituana,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Little Man,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Human League,
Slick Rick,
Television Personalities,
The Divine Comedy,
PIL,
Can,
Camouflage,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.