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 Panama and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 The Grass Roots to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Tres Demented,
Todd Terry,
Moby Grape,
Deepchord,
Spandau Ballet,
Blancmange,
Simply Red,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Flash Fearless,
Goldenarms,
The Fire Engines,
Bluetip,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Nik Kershaw,
Harmonia,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Can,
The Angels of Light,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
Rekid,
10cc,
The Dirtbombs,
Desert Stars,
The Fall,
Stiv Bators,
Crooked Eye,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Organ,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.