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 Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roy Ayers,
Camouflage,
Rekid,
Carl Craig,
New Age Steppers,
Reuben Wilson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Beasts of Bourbon,
MC5,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
the Germs,
Don Cherry,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monolake,
Sonic Youth,
Prince Buster,
Pulsallama,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
Amon Düül II,
The Beau Brummels,
X-Ray Spex,
Matthew Halsall,
Eli Mardock,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Franke,
Hasil Adkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Gichy Dan,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.