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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Eurythmics,
The Gladiators,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
FM Einheit,
Shuggie Otis,
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Magma,
DJ Sneak,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Organ,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
The Saints,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
Erykah Badu,
Livin' Joy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Albert Ayler,
The Monks,
L. Decosne,
June of 44,
Chris & Cosey,
Gichy Dan,
Quantec,
Subhumans,
Minny Pops,
The Motions,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.