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 Chile and from Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Moss Icon to the techno 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
Charles Mingus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
The Victims,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Don Cherry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
The Monks,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
The Gladiators,
Banda Bassotti,
Marc Almond,
David McCallum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joe Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
The Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
The Slackers,
Warren Ellis,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joy Division,
Groovy Waters,
The Birthday Party,
Mandrill,
Yazoo,
Ponytail,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
Erasure,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Can,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.