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 Nigeria 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rites of Spring to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bush Tetras,
F. McDonald,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Kas Product,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Crooked Eye,
Pole,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
Colin Newman,
Niagra,
Hardrive,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fela Kuti,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Charles Mingus,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
The Angels of Light,
Sound Behaviour,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
JFA,
Japan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Anakelly,
Loose Ends,
Pantaleimon,
Talk Talk,
The Remains,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.