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 Gambia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rites of Spring 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick May,
The Blues Magoos,
Cheater Slicks,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tubeway Army,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
Amon Düül II,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Theoretical Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
Slave,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
MDC,
Matthew Halsall,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Thompson Twins,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
The Fall,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Gang Gang Dance,
Clear Light,
Fear,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fuzztones,
the Sonics,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Gabor Szabo,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
This Heat,
The Knickerbockers,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Intrusion,
The Pop Group,
Kenny Larkin,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.