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 Thailand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABBA,
The Saints,
Marvin Gaye,
Shuggie Otis,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cowsills,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Schoolly D,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soul II Soul,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Camberwell Now,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
The Black Dice,
The Move,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Whodini,
AZ,
Barbara Tucker,
Roger Hodgson,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
Grauzone,
Country Teasers,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.