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 Estonia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Radiohead to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
The Doors,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Motorama,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Traffic Nightmare,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dirtbombs,
Black Moon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
B.T. Express,
The Black Dice,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lyres,
China Crisis,
Joe Finger,
The Stooges,
Jeff Mills,
World's Most,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Colin Newman,
Main Source,
Graham Central Station,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Magma,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sparks,
Mandrill,
K-Klass,
Lalo Schifrin,
Tommy Roe,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Deakin,
James White and The Blacks,
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.