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 Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Derrick May to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Motorama,
Joey Negro,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Colin Newman,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Sneak,
Kerri Chandler,
L. Decosne,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Mr. Review,
Pet Shop Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unwound,
Pole,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tears for Fears,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
The Gun Club,
Stetsasonic,
The Black Dice,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Todd Rundgren,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
K-Klass,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nico,
Ludus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tom Boy,
The Vogues,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dawn Penn,
The Happenings,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.