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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eli Mardock to the grime 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
H. Thieme,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
Deepchord,
New Age Steppers,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sällskapet,
Easy Going,
China Crisis,
Marvin Gaye,
Kurtis Blow,
Yellowson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Techniques,
The Fortunes,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Dave Clark Five,
Japan,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
UT,
ABC,
Oneida,
Barry Ungar,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Franke,
Qualms,
the Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yazoo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bad Manners,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Depeche Mode,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Unrelated Segments,
DNA,
Babytalk,
Slave,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.