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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Camouflage to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Todd Rundgren,
Radio Birdman,
Amazonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Cale,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bush Tetras,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
The Wake,
Roxette,
Minor Threat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül,
Robert Hood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agitation Free,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
Eurythmics,
Avey Tare,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Icehouse,
Fat Boys,
Magazine,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
The Pretty Things,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crooked Eye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.