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 Armenia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
The Cure,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Underground Resistance,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Delon & Dalcan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Lou Reed,
Surgeon,
Television,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
Kerri Chandler,
Cybotron,
Gang Starr,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Mo-Dettes,
Cheater Slicks,
Cal Tjader,
Pierre Henry,
the Normal,
Deakin,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New Age Steppers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxette,
Eddi Front,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.