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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mummies to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Urselle,
The Divine Comedy,
Moebius,
Ossler,
Joy Division,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
Amon Düül,
Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Star Department,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
New Age Steppers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
Harmonia,
Terry Callier,
Juan Atkins,
Chris & Cosey,
Tomorrow,
The Slackers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
UT,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Charles Mingus,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Magazine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Sugar Minott,
Godley & Creme,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Bill Wells,
Infiniti,
The Real Kids,
Slave,
Khruangbin,
Nick Fraelich,
Tim Buckley,
Wasted Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stereo Dub,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.