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 China and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Reagan Youth,
The Doors,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultravox,
Gabor Szabo,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
MDC,
Essential Logic,
Skaos,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wire,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fluxion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction,
Lyres,
Mo-Dettes,
Kayak,
Alton Ellis,
Marc Almond,
Matthew Bourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Brothers Johnson,
Royal Trux,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
New Order,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABC,
Agitation Free,
Minor Threat,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
Marine Girls,
Eddi Front,
The Toasters,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.