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 Angola and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Tremeloes to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Matthew Halsall,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
Lalann,
Sarah Menescal,
Skaos,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Johnny Clarke,
Visage,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Los Fastidios,
The Gladiators,
Royal Trux,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Vogues,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Excepter,
Ponytail,
Desert Stars,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
Joyce Sims,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
a-ha,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.