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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Gil Scott Heron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Grauzone,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Delta 5,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Niagra,
Slick Rick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Star Department,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Offenders,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Anakelly,
Jimmy McGriff,
Robert Görl,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Second Layer,
Metal Thangz,
Swell Maps,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Theoretical Girls,
Popol Vuh,
Warren Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Howard Jones,
John Lydon,
Aaron Thompson,
Dennis Brown,
Marc Almond,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
The Slackers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Gastr Del Sol,
Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bobby Sherman,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.