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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
the Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Liliput,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Leonard Cohen,
Maurizio,
Absolute Body Control,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
Ornette Coleman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Pop Group,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Flamin' Groovies,
Adolescents,
Mandrill,
The Human League,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
The Associates,
The Standells,
DJ Sneak,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pole,
Scratch Acid,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Swans,
The Residents,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
UT,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
The Cramps,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.