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 Netherlands and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
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 organ 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 Deepchord to the punk 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Archie Shepp,
Roger Hodgson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rod Modell,
Altered Images,
Goldenarms,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Das Ding,
AZ,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
James White and The Blacks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Buzzcocks,
MDC,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lower 48,
Shuggie Otis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pole,
Black Bananas,
Ohio Players,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
New York Dolls,
Deepchord,
Ice-T,
Joe Smooth,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Trumans Water,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bad Manners,
The Cure,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.