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 Monaco and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lower 48,
Absolute Body Control,
Technova,
Qualms,
Pulsallama,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Womack,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Y Pants,
Mark Hollis,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Supertramp,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
KRS-One,
Surgeon,
Essential Logic,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
The Skatalites,
Albert Ayler,
DJ Sneak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
X-101,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
The Doors,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
Dennis Brown,
Sam Rivers,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Anakelly,
Depeche Mode,
John Coltrane,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Isaac Hayes,
The Offenders,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wally Richardson,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Mars,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.