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 Kazakhstan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Normal to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Chris Corsano,
Make Up,
L. Decosne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Isaac Hayes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
Colin Newman,
The Selecter,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Slave,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
EPMD,
The Martian,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Wolf Eyes,
Boz Scaggs,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
The Offenders,
Qualms,
Carl Craig,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Howard Jones,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Motions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Near,
Icehouse,
LL Cool J,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Mr. Review,
The Move,
Goldenarms,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Scrapy,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.