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 Seychelles and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
MC5,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Görl,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Funky Four + One,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mandrill,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Slick Rick,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Rekid,
Drexciya,
Man Parrish,
DJ Style,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Model 500,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Sandy B,
The Fugs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.