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 Russia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Joy Division 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
Public Enemy,
Reagan Youth,
Faust,
Neu!,
Nirvana,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Pussy Galore,
The Fuzztones,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sugar Minott,
Wally Richardson,
Man Parrish,
Depeche Mode,
Scan 7,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moebius,
Sandy B,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Accadde A,
The Happenings,
Excepter,
Aaron Thompson,
The Residents,
OOIOO,
Television,
10cc,
Magma,
Prince Buster,
The Offenders,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bush Tetras,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.