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 Ethiopia and from Edmonton.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
cv313,
The Pretty Things,
Kas Product,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Judy Mowatt,
Todd Terry,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Darondo,
The Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
Dorothy Ashby,
FM Einheit,
Underground Resistance,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Mad Mike,
Smog,
Avey Tare,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
David Bowie,
Brick,
Animal Collective,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amon Düül,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
Crooked Eye,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Half Japanese,
Sun City Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Flash Fearless,
Brass Construction,
The Slackers,
Liliput,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pylon,
The Smiths,
Jerry's Kids,
Sight & Sound,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.