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 Palau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Cramps,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
Marc Almond,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Don Cherry,
Nico,
Scrapy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Supertramp,
Cybotron,
Rufus Thomas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Youth Brigade,
Letta Mbulu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Glenn Branca,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
DJ Sneak,
Fat Boys,
June Days,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Piero Umiliani,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
the Slits,
New York Dolls,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Young Rascals,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Grey Daturas,
Faust,
Echospace,
Rakim,
Unwound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reagan Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.