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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Davy DMX to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeru the Damaja,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
The Real Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Accadde A,
Liliput,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wally Richardson,
Lindisfarne,
The Wake,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Reuben Wilson,
Panda Bear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Motorama,
Junior Murvin,
The Fortunes,
Cluster,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
Arthur Verocai,
Flipper,
Soft Cell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Victims,
Newcleus,
The Skatalites,
OOIOO,
The Black Dice,
Davy DMX,
Pussy Galore,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.