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 Portugal and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 Sight & Sound to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Juan Atkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Sparks,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skaos,
Harry Pussy,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swans,
Lyres,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
R.M.O.,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
JFA,
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ituana,
Ohio Players,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Country Teasers,
the Association,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Pretty Things,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Interpol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
The Red Krayola,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Christie,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Radio Birdman,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ponytail,
Warsaw,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.