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 Portugal and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Crime to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
kango's stein massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barbara Tucker,
Suburban Knight,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Television,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Mars,
Monks,
X-102,
Massinfluence,
Joy Division,
Lou Christie,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Loose Ends,
The Evens,
Pylon,
Organ,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deepchord,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Suicide,
The Busters,
Soft Cell,
David Axelrod,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Jawbox,
The Music Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.