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 Zimbabwe and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smoke to the grime 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Jacob Miller,
Porter Ricks,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
Bobby Byrd,
Duran Duran,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hoover,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
X-102,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Robert Hood,
The Dead C,
Eli Mardock,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Au Pairs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Warren Ellis,
Godley & Creme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Chris & Cosey,
Pole,
the Sonics,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
DJ Style,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Surgeon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Brick,
Drexciya,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cowsills,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed,
Japan,
X-101,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.