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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Amon Düül to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Bronski Beat,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Ituana,
Can,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Fluxion,
The Martian,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alphaville,
Scan 7,
Chris & Cosey,
Organ,
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
The Move,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Gang Starr,
Fugazi,
Sight & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hot Snakes,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
Anakelly,
X-Ray Spex,
Television Personalities,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The United States of America,
FM Einheit,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cowsills,
Jandek,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ronan,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tres Demented,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.