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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne 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?
Animal Collective,
Porter Ricks,
KRS-One,
ABBA,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
The Moleskins,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Supertramp,
Oblivians,
Boz Scaggs,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
Parry Music,
Masters at Work,
Harpers Bizarre,
Newcleus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
10cc,
The Blues Magoos,
Prince Buster,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Khruangbin,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Derrick May,
Organ,
Crash Course in Science,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
June Days,
The Busters,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
the Fania All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
Rakim,
Eddi Front,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Minor Threat,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.