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 Ghana and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Franke to the jazz 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Stetsasonic,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
Altered Images,
Glambeats Corp.,
Panda Bear,
The Doors,
Michelle Simonal,
Wasted Youth,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Yaz,
Slick Rick,
Tres Demented,
Basic Channel,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Animal Collective,
The Moody Blues,
Sex Pistols,
R.M.O.,
Wolf Eyes,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cecil Taylor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eden Ahbez,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ossler,
Blancmange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Names,
The Monks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.