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 Turkmenistan and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Echo & the Bunnymen 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
the Human League,
Lower 48,
Nick Fraelich,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Skaos,
In Retrospect,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
The Cramps,
Jerry's Kids,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Funky Four + One,
Bob Dylan,
Hoover,
Duran Duran,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Moon,
The Invisible,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
Alphaville,
David Bowie,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Associates,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.