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 Belize and from Taipei.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Dead Boys to the techno 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Skarface,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Bananas,
Q65,
Joe Finger,
Sex Pistols,
Yellowson,
Whodini,
Todd Terry,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Basic Channel,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Smog,
Electric Prunes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Gories,
Arcadia,
Jerry's Kids,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Sandy B,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Ossler,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
The Searchers,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Young Marble Giants,
The Walker Brothers,
Monks,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Urselle,
the Swans,
Tubeway Army,
Piero Umiliani,
The Names,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.