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 Mexico and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quando Quango,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Urselle,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lou Reed,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Blancmange,
Echospace,
Tubeway Army,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
Jawbox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
The Pretty Things,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare,
Danielle Patucci,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantaleimon,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Easy Going,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
AZ,
Excepter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Arcadia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Byron Stingily,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Section 25,
Zapp,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
A Certain Ratio,
Rhythm & Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pylon,
FM Einheit,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Magazine,
The Cramps,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
Ralphi Rosario,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.