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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Bad Manners to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
T. Rex,
Suicide,
Gang Gang Dance,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Josef K,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
kango's stein massive,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dual Sessions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Sixth Finger,
DJ Style,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
The Techniques,
Sonic Youth,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Outsiders,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scratch Acid,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
Traffic Nightmare,
Animal Collective,
10cc,
ABBA,
The Stooges,
PIL,
The Toasters,
Ten City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
H. Thieme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Knickerbockers,
Altered Images,
Yusef Lateef,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.