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 Norway and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the grime 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
The Leaves,
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
Intrusion,
Negative Approach,
The Names,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Kinks,
Sugar Minott,
Chrome,
The Associates,
Rekid,
Man Eating Sloth,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Sneak,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Derrick May,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Pierre Henry,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
OOIOO,
CMW,
Eddi Front,
Mark Hollis,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Connie Case,
Youth Brigade,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Model 500,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Clear Light,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
U.S. Maple,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kenny Larkin,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.