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 Maldives and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Suburban Knight to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
June Days,
Minor Threat,
Peter and Kerry,
One Last Wish,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Happenings,
X-102,
Archie Shepp,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fire Engines,
Soulsonic Force,
Letta Mbulu,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Steve Hackett,
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
New York Dolls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Michelle Simonal,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gories,
Sällskapet,
Silicon Teens,
The J.B.'s,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
In Retrospect,
The Searchers,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
The Pop Group,
Ultra Naté,
Crime,
Joe Finger,
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Loose Ends,
The United States of America,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.