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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Carl Craig,
Kevin Saunderson,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Essential Logic,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Sound,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Byrd,
Swell Maps,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Lynne,
Gabor Szabo,
Erasure,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cluster,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Ludus,
Eurythmics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Birthday Party,
This Heat,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Brick,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dead C,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.