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 Antigua and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Television to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Groovy Waters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faust,
The Red Krayola,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Schoolly D,
Lucky Dragons,
Donny Hathaway,
Sixth Finger,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dark Day,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Glenn Branca,
Drive Like Jehu,
One Last Wish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ludus,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Fatback Band,
Bill Near,
Aaron Thompson,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barbara Tucker,
Pierre Henry,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neu!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
the Soft Cell,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Massinfluence,
Chris & Cosey,
Ken Boothe,
Sexual Harrassment,
La Düsseldorf,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.