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 Jordan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Blossom Toes to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
John Cale,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
Warren Ellis,
Quando Quango,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Germs,
Fela Kuti,
Gastr Del Sol,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Henry Cow,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Saccharine Trust,
Frankie Knuckles,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Interpol,
Silicon Teens,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Count Five,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Davy DMX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
David Axelrod,
The Gladiators,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.