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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Names to the techno 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
The New Christs,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
Soft Cell,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crash Course in Science,
The Residents,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Beau Brummels,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sarah Menescal,
Kayak,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Pylon,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kas Product,
E-Dancer,
Heaven 17,
The Evens,
Chrome,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Flipper,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Liliput,
Fear,
The Sound,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Hasil Adkins,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Tres Demented,
Jawbox,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.