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 Maldives and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Frankie Knuckles to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Happenings,
Q65,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Funky Four + One,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare,
The Searchers,
The Misunderstood,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
The Martian,
Delta 5,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Darondo,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Faust,
Pagans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Malaria!,
Can,
Infiniti,
Sixth Finger,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
Sun City Girls,
E-Dancer,
Flash Fearless,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Human League,
Procol Harum,
La Düsseldorf,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.