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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the grunge 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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
China Crisis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Isaac Hayes,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
R.M.O.,
Gang Starr,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex,
Donny Hathaway,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swell Maps,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eddi Front,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dead Boys,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.