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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Pop Group to the grime 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Country Teasers,
Pantytec,
Intrusion,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
the Germs,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zapp,
Boogie Down Productions,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Parry Music,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
kango's stein massive,
JFA,
Chris & Cosey,
Nik Kershaw,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
X-101,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Human League,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
The Skatalites,
Rod Modell,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.