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 Bangladesh and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Juan Atkins,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Freddie Wadling,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Youth Brigade,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wire,
Radiopuhelimet,
MDC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
ABC,
Clear Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Scrapy,
Organ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Desert Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
Erasure,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Archie Shepp,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Suicide,
The Skatalites,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Rufus Thomas,
Pussy Galore,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Wally Richardson,
The Fuzztones,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Kerri Chandler,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.