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 Bolivia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Technova to the grime 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Das Ding,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Nico,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
The Move,
Infiniti,
The Grass Roots,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Marmalade,
Heaven 17,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
The Mummies,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
Neil Young,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Sonic Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quando Quango,
Rosa Yemen,
Electric Prunes,
Eden Ahbez,
Amon Düül,
Barbara Tucker,
Scratch Acid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Youth Brigade,
the Normal,
Quadrant,
Pagans,
Max Romeo,
Arab on Radar,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.