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 Jamaica and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Organ 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
Thompson Twins,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Camouflage,
The Index,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fugs,
The Saints,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ohio Players,
James White and The Blacks,
Public Enemy,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Michelle Simonal,
Electric Prunes,
John Holt,
Stereo Dub,
Popol Vuh,
Joensuu 1685,
The Durutti Column,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Infiniti,
Ludus,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
Tomorrow,
Zapp,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.