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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain to the jazz 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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Nirvana,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roy Ayers,
Kenny Larkin,
Stetsasonic,
Television,
the Human League,
Freddie Wadling,
Ludus,
Yazoo,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jeff Mills,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Steve Hackett,
Black Bananas,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Thompson Twins,
The Birthday Party,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Siglo XX,
Lightning Bolt,
Bauhaus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Avey Tare,
Sun City Girls,
Ronan,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Kaleidoscope,
ABBA,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
The Last Poets,
The Mojo Men,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.