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 Croatia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Alice Coltrane,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
John Cale,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Roy Ayers,
Fluxion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
Funkadelic,
Das Ding,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Malaria!,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Porter Ricks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
The Five Americans,
Bill Wells,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Stiv Bators,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gun Club,
The Vogues,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Cecil Taylor,
Excepter,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.