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 Vanuatu and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk 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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Moby Grape,
Aural Exciters,
Minor Threat,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nirvana,
Mandrill,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Desert Stars,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
Zapp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Skatalites,
Public Enemy,
Gang Green,
Dawn Penn,
The Buckinghams,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
The Gladiators,
Jawbox,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Japan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
Chris & Cosey,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fortunes,
Pole,
David Bowie,
CMW,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bob Dylan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Outsiders,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Ten City,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Skriet,
Oblivians,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.