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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Paris.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 L. Decosne to the techno 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Hashim,
Yellowson,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Idris Muhammad,
Dual Sessions,
OOIOO,
ABBA,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
The Dave Clark Five,
Skaos,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
Animal Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
MDC,
Scion,
Hardrive,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Slick Rick,
Agent Orange,
The Selecter,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
Derrick Morgan,
Tim Buckley,
The Neon Judgement,
Nico,
Radio Birdman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.