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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Radiopuhelimet to the electroclash 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Dead C,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Minutemen,
Franke,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Thompson Twins,
Rapeman,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Soul II Soul,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pere Ubu,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Moleskins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aural Exciters,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
Deadbeat,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wings,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Janne Schatter,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.