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 El Salvador and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marc Almond to the grime 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All The Names 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 disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
Yaz,
Gang Starr,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Wings,
Eve St. Jones,
The Human League,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Accadde A,
Roxette,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Wasted Youth,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Unwound,
Average White Band,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Animal Collective,
Kool Moe Dee,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
OOIOO,
Main Source,
The Gladiators,
Rufus Thomas,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
The Moody Blues,
Anakelly,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.