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 Sudan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Radio Birdman to the rock 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gories,
Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Anthony Braxton,
the Normal,
Cluster,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Iggy Pop,
Bush Tetras,
Rekid,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Model 500,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Remains,
Jeff Mills,
R.M.O.,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
Suburban Knight,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Slave,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
The Saints,
Lou Christie,
Black Bananas,
Aaron Thompson,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Vladislav Delay,
Chris Corsano,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
KRS-One,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Litter,
Joyce Sims,
Porter Ricks,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.