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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Ponytail,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Camberwell Now,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Searchers,
One Last Wish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Iggy Pop,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Eden Ahbez,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T. Rex,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Soft Machine,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oneida,
Mantronix,
Fat Boys,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Chris & Cosey,
Roxette,
Echospace,
Thee Headcoats,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.