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 Paraguay and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 Yazoo to the grime 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Amon Düül II,
Ronan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Albert Ayler,
Section 25,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Young Rascals,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The J.B.'s,
Basic Channel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Jacob Miller,
Essential Logic,
Duran Duran,
New York Dolls,
Siglo XX,
The Golliwogs,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Funky Four + One,
Mantronix,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Motorama,
Neu!,
Glenn Branca,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Index,
Yellowson,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
48th St. Collective,
Arthur Verocai,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Althea and Donna,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Associates,
Rites of Spring,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Pole,
The Remains,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Wake,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.