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 Estonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lou Christie,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
DNA,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Wire,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Los Fastidios,
Gerry Rafferty,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Intrusion,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
H. Thieme,
L. Decosne,
These Immortal Souls,
Echospace,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Brothers Johnson,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Joey Negro,
the Sonics,
MC5,
Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Reagan Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
Royal Trux,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.