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 Bhutan and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Negative Approach to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Minnie Riperton,
Amazonics,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Womack,
Godley & Creme,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Excepter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pulsallama,
Tres Demented,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Birthday Party,
Eric Copeland,
Pylon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sonics,
The Star Department,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mission of Burma,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
Alison Limerick,
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
David McCallum,
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Q65,
kango's stein massive,
Can,
Kevin Saunderson,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cluster,
Lower 48,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.