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 Portugal and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Human League to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
The Fall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
John Holt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Sixth Finger,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
The Remains,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare,
Pantytec,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Minnie Riperton,
La Düsseldorf,
Funkadelic,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
The Five Americans,
The Trojans,
Faust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Goldenarms,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
The Music Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Section 25,
Marmalade,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
The Knickerbockers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Half Japanese,
Eddi Front,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.