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 Colombia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Pierre Henry. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Moebius,
Kayak,
Tom Boy,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
Ice-T,
MC5,
Interpol,
The Modern Lovers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Toasters,
LL Cool J,
Charles Mingus,
Wolf Eyes,
Nas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
The New Christs,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Bizarre Inc.,
Television Personalities,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Prince Buster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Wings,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Andrew Hill,
Stetsasonic,
The Victims,
Surgeon,
Brick,
ABC,
Kool Moe Dee,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Colin Newman,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.