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 Micronesia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Flipper to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Von Mondo,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Kinks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skarface,
Ultravox,
Wolf Eyes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
Porter Ricks,
The Seeds,
The Gap Band,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Alison Limerick,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Make Up,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed,
Crispy Ambulance,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Warren Ellis,
The Dead C,
Funky Four + One,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Suicide,
Skriet,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
10cc,
Clear Light,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
B.T. Express,
Neil Young,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swans,
The Birthday Party,
Marmalade,
KRS-One,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.