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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Second Layer 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nirvana,
kango's stein massive,
Whodini,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
The Standells,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tres Demented,
John Cale,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
FM Einheit,
The Motions,
Jerry's Kids,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
Babytalk,
the Slits,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
K-Klass,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
ABBA,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sandy B,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Audionom,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Neil Young,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Subhumans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Lindisfarne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.