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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Bizarre Inc.,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
The Motions,
Ten City,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Unwound,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Derrick May,
The Remains,
The Martian,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kaleidoscope,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alison Limerick,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
In Retrospect,
Outsiders,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
The Blackbyrds,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Negative Approach,
Chris & Cosey,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quantec,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.