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 Seychelles and from Sao Paulo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light to the rock 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
Anthony Braxton,
Grey Daturas,
Black Flag,
Average White Band,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Matthew Bourne,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Fear,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
Sparks,
cv313,
Ossler,
Malaria!,
Outsiders,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
Charles Mingus,
Gichy Dan,
Negative Approach,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Icehouse,
Crooked Eye,
Black Moon,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
Royal Trux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Rekid,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doobie Brothers,
ABBA,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Walker Brothers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.