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 Finland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultravox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Henry Cow,
Rosa Yemen,
KRS-One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Beau Brummels,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pylon,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Morten Harket,
Groovy Waters,
Hashim,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sound,
Pantytec,
Bronski Beat,
Erasure,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deadbeat,
Mission of Burma,
Outsiders,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
FM Einheit,
Graham Central Station,
Scan 7,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Roxette,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
June Days,
Joy Division,
Wasted Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Tubeway Army,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.