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 Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the rap 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Swell Maps,
Joe Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Public Enemy,
Stiv Bators,
The Trojans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
The Wake,
Hoover,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Selecter,
Janne Schatter,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
The Offenders,
Pagans,
Spoonie Gee,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Blake Baxter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funkadelic,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
H. Thieme,
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mantronix,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
The Zeros,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
The Techniques,
ABC,
Kurtis Blow,
The New Christs,
Brothers Johnson,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.