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 Morocco and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the disco 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Amazonics,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
Spandau Ballet,
The Pretty Things,
Loose Ends,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quadrant,
The United States of America,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Basic Channel,
Eli Mardock,
Groovy Waters,
The Mojo Men,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
the Normal,
Gregory Isaacs,
Susan Cadogan,
MC5,
Make Up,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Lyres,
Delta 5,
Au Pairs,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
The Golliwogs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Sparks,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Blossom Toes,
The Five Americans,
Marine Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Dawn Penn,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
LL Cool J,
Robert Görl,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moby Grape,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.