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 Denmark and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron 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 a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Surgeon,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker,
Kerri Chandler,
Alton Ellis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kevin Saunderson,
Morten Harket,
Cluster,
Swans,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Gregory Isaacs,
Loose Ends,
Gang Starr,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Harry Pussy,
Curtis Mayfield,
UT,
The Star Department,
Aaron Thompson,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
D'Angelo,
Freddie Wadling,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
The Invisible,
Massinfluence,
the Germs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.