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 Greece and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Move to the electroclash 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Joe Smooth,
Brass Construction,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wolf Eyes,
Sun City Girls,
The Smiths,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Cure,
The Saints,
Yazoo,
Joey Negro,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Average White Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
June of 44,
David Axelrod,
The Last Poets,
B.T. Express,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
The Fuzztones,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Trojans,
U.S. Maple,
Dennis Brown,
Jandek,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
New Order,
8 Eyed Spy,
Basic Channel,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.