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 Samoa and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Intrusion to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nas,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Rufus Thomas,
New York Dolls,
The Gun Club,
Marmalade,
Bobby Sherman,
UT,
Grandmaster Flash,
DNA,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
The Cramps,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Kevin Saunderson,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Oblivians,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Idris Muhammad,
Zapp,
New Order,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Young Marble Giants,
The Techniques,
Cecil Taylor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Moebius,
Second Layer,
Throbbing Gristle,
Robert Hood,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bluetip,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.