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 Georgia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Metal Thangz,
Rosa Yemen,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Darondo,
Soul Sonic Force,
Essential Logic,
Index,
Fad Gadget,
The Standells,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Roxy Music,
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Magazine,
Q and Not U,
Moss Icon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Junior Murvin,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Toni Rubio,
Minor Threat,
Lou Christie,
Minnie Riperton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Tears for Fears,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
David Axelrod,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Gang Starr,
New Age Steppers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kenny Larkin,
Kurtis Blow,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science, Crash Course in Science.
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.