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 Tanzania and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Knickerbockers to the punk 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
The Real Kids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kayak,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Average White Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Prince Buster,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
B.T. Express,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sonic Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Normal,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Tropical Tobacco,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.