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 Malta and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 This Heat to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Y Pants,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Barracudas,
E-Dancer,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fire Engines,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Teasers,
Banda Bassotti,
MDC,
Soulsonic Force,
Pulsallama,
T.S.O.L.,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Joe Smooth,
Cecil Taylor,
Desert Stars,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
EPMD,
Eden Ahbez,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
Public Enemy,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Trojans,
Pere Ubu,
Kurtis Blow,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
X-101,
Oneida,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
The Misunderstood,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hoover,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.