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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Robert Hood to the grunge 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Yaz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Urselle,
Little Man,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gun Club,
CMW,
Vladislav Delay,
Arab on Radar,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Supertramp,
Yazoo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Halsall,
Suburban Knight,
Metal Thangz,
The Sonics,
Deadbeat,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Foxx,
Agitation Free,
Pussy Galore,
Minny Pops,
Underground Resistance,
Barbara Tucker,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
Qualms,
Blossom Toes,
Unwound,
Isaac Hayes,
Deepchord,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
The Detroit Cobras,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Arcadia,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Music Machine,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
New Order,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.