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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Halifax.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skaos to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Sällskapet,
Barrington Levy,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Laurel Aitken,
Rekid,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dead Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Oblivians,
JFA,
Bill Near,
Vladislav Delay,
Sixth Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camberwell Now,
Joyce Sims,
kango's stein massive,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Amon Düül II,
The Index,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
The Gladiators,
Cluster,
Negative Approach,
Nick Fraelich,
Grandmaster Flash,
PIL,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Fela Kuti,
Aswad,
Johnny Clarke,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
China Crisis,
Inner City,
The Names,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.