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 Grenada and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the punk 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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren 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,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magma,
Junior Murvin,
The Electric Prunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
Scan 7,
Pagans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Terry Callier,
K-Klass,
The Kinks,
Livin' Joy,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Inner City,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiohead,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Alice Coltrane,
The New Christs,
Alton Ellis,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Rundgren,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Althea and Donna,
Little Man,
Fela Kuti,
Popol Vuh,
Television,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
The Vogues,
Maleditus Sound,
Severed Heads,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Porter Ricks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerri Chandler,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.