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 Turkey and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Robert Palmer 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 Cybotron to the rock 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Mission of Burma,
a-ha,
Lyres,
Altered Images,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Parry Music,
The Music Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Lindisfarne,
LL Cool J,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tim Buckley,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Los Fastidios,
Grauzone,
Girls At Our Best!,
MC5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Radiohead,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lungfish,
Half Japanese,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Piero Umiliani,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Porter Ricks,
The Stooges,
ABC,
The American Breed,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Sight & Sound,
Ice-T,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ludus,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rakim,
The Star Department,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pere Ubu,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
One Last Wish,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.