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 Ghana and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Little Man,
Magazine,
Interpol,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
Maleditus Sound,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
Ten City,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
The J.B.'s,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cramps,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Outsiders,
The Selecter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gastr Del Sol,
E-Dancer,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers,
Barrington Levy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
New Order,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Cymande,
ABBA,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.