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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 David Axelrod to the grunge 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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Livin' Joy,
Hardrive,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
The Velvet Underground,
Aloha Tigers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
Rekid,
Desert Stars,
Bobby Womack,
The Dead C,
Reagan Youth,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fluxion,
Avey Tare,
Bill Wells,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Morten Harket,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Smog,
Glenn Branca,
Underground Resistance,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.