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 Madagascar and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk 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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Godley & Creme,
the Human League,
Jeru the Damaja,
ABC,
Albert Ayler,
Radiohead,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
JFA,
The Leaves,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Scion,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Ludus,
Lou Reed,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
The Knickerbockers,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Rhythm & Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skaos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
R.M.O.,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Hot Snakes,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
Marcia Griffiths,
Moss Icon,
The Golliwogs,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tubeway Army,
Rotary Connection,
Sixth Finger,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.