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 Switzerland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Subhumans to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Sällskapet,
Cymande,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Organ,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Warren Ellis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
The Fall,
David Bowie,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Style,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glenn Branca,
Delon & Dalcan,
Heaven 17,
The Count Five,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Animal Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Wasted Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric Copeland,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boredoms,
The Pretty Things,
Rakim,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Toni Rubio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
The Tremeloes,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.