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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb 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 Divine Comedy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Ken Boothe,
Reuben Wilson,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
Brothers Johnson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Q and Not U,
Technova,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Mark Hollis,
Soul II Soul,
the Soft Cell,
The Evens,
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Guru Guru,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
DJ Style,
K-Klass,
Symarip,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Terry Callier,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
Ultravox,
Y Pants,
Buzzcocks,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
ABC,
Visage,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.