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 United Kingdom and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donald Fagen 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the funk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Eli Mardock,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Parry Music,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bronski Beat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arcadia,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Symarip,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
Wally Richardson,
Spoonie Gee,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Grauzone,
Silicon Teens,
The Mojo Men,
48th St. Collective,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Dead C,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jawbox,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magazine,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Gang Gang Dance,
Matthew Halsall,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Marmalade,
Barry Ungar,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.