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 Venezuela and from Manchester.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Dead Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gun Club,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Half Japanese,
Stetsasonic,
Scott Walker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
The Happenings,
Soulsonic Force,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roxy Music,
Yazoo,
Duran Duran,
The Modern Lovers,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Sällskapet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Neon Judgement,
Shuggie Otis,
The Seeds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Skarface,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
The Motions,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Evens,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boogie Down Productions,
The United States of America,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.