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 Macedonia 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Sandy B to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Massinfluence,
The Monks,
the Slits,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
The Shadows of Knight,
Das Ding,
Anakelly,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The J.B.'s,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
Severed Heads,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Skatalites,
The Mojo Men,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
The Young Rascals,
Section 25,
Depeche Mode,
Pulsallama,
Moss Icon,
Davy DMX,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Archie Shepp,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sandy B,
The Monochrome Set,
Derrick Morgan,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.