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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Bobby Sherman,
Motorama,
Ralphi Rosario,
Minutemen,
Pantaleimon,
Essential Logic,
Terry Callier,
The Cure,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
Alice Coltrane,
Masters at Work,
Hoover,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Don Cherry,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The United States of America,
Avey Tare,
Eden Ahbez,
The Monochrome Set,
The Gladiators,
Faust,
Tomorrow,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Bourne,
World's Most,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Mad Mike,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Qualms,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Intrusion,
Reagan Youth,
Morten Harket,
Kerri Chandler,
Metal Thangz,
Mr. Review,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.