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 New Zealand and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Sonic Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Peter & Gordon,
Buzzcocks,
Freddie Wadling,
Khruangbin,
Rosa Yemen,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
The Fortunes,
The Mummies,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Magazine,
Gang Starr,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Ice-T,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Nico,
Wings,
Max Romeo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
John Foxx,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Soul II Soul,
Donald Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Nas,
L. Decosne,
Toni Rubio,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
Bang On A Can,
The Smiths,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
Banda Bassotti,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
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.