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 St Lucia and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Severed Heads,
Simply Red,
Duran Duran,
Depeche Mode,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Bobby Womack,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Funkadelic,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lakeside,
The Sonics,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Todd Terry,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
Zero Boys,
The Move,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masters at Work,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Siglo XX,
the Bar-Kays,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Second Layer,
Alice Coltrane,
a-ha,
Buzzcocks,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Parry Music,
The Remains,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
June of 44,
Joensuu 1685,
Steve Hackett,
Ludus,
Susan Cadogan,
Das Ding,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.