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 Lebanon and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Maleditus Sound to the electroclash 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Moleskins,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
Procol Harum,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
The Walker Brothers,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
KRS-One,
Popol Vuh,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Mo-Dettes,
Rakim,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
the Bar-Kays,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
The Moody Blues,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Los Fastidios,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Quantec,
Tubeway Army,
Blake Baxter,
Dark Day,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sandy B,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pet Shop Boys,
Loose Ends,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Yaz,
Stiv Bators,
Robert Wyatt,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.