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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
The Walker Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Los Fastidios,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Grey Daturas,
Thee Headcoats,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magazine,
Infiniti,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Toasters,
The Sonics,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Erykah Badu,
Accadde A,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
In Retrospect,
Robert Wyatt,
The Music Machine,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Bill Near,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Eurythmics,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Piero Umiliani,
Connie Case,
Moebius,
The Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.