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 Antigua and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
EPMD,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
The Saints,
Charles Mingus,
Marvin Gaye,
The Black Dice,
Q and Not U,
Neu!,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
KRS-One,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Swans,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Rakim,
Subhumans,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Public Enemy,
New Age Steppers,
Japan,
Bobby Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Delta 5,
Robert Görl,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
Pierre Henry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fela Kuti,
Joe Finger,
Lalann,
Nas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Lindisfarne,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Sound Behaviour,
Quantec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.