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 Laos and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 H. Thieme to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Johnny Clarke,
Mo-Dettes,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
Franke,
Japan,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
The Pop Group,
Traffic Nightmare,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Ten City,
Guru Guru,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Half Japanese,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cure,
Magma,
Dead Boys,
Von Mondo,
Severed Heads,
Joy Division,
The Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Jawbox,
Camouflage,
Kerri Chandler,
Supertramp,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
Sandy B,
Dawn Penn,
Bluetip,
The Litter,
Maurizio,
Moss Icon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ponytail,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Television Personalities,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.