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 Turkey and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Au Pairs to the dance 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Technova,
Silicon Teens,
Laurel Aitken,
Rod Modell,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
The Buckinghams,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Curtis Mayfield,
PIL,
Aloha Tigers,
Fear,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brothers Johnson,
Yaz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Schoolly D,
Royal Trux,
the Bar-Kays,
Joe Finger,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wolf Eyes,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Khruangbin,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Desert Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eve St. Jones,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Letta Mbulu,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
Second Layer,
Roxy Music,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
David McCallum,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.