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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
The Mojo Men,
T. Rex,
Roxette,
X-102,
Fela Kuti,
Joy Division,
Max Romeo,
OOIOO,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Intrusion,
Pylon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Minutemen,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Vainqueur,
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Q65,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
The Young Rascals,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Sherman,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Neil Young,
Jeff Lynne,
Laurel Aitken,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
Motorama,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.