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 India and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pierre Henry,
ABBA,
Technova,
Ludus,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Susan Cadogan,
A Certain Ratio,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Rekid,
Pylon,
Blossom Toes,
Camberwell Now,
Dennis Brown,
Rod Modell,
Blake Baxter,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
La Düsseldorf,
Bauhaus,
Juan Atkins,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tears for Fears,
The Monochrome Set,
Blancmange,
Lightning Bolt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
The Fugs,
The Divine Comedy,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang On A Can,
Pere Ubu,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
The Black Dice,
Malaria!,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.