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 China and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Marshall Jefferson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Bill Near,
FM Einheit,
New York Dolls,
The Golliwogs,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
AZ,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Malaria!,
Michelle Simonal,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fugs,
Scrapy,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Rekid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lower 48,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Ituana,
Bluetip,
A Certain Ratio,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Hashim,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Litter,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Susan Cadogan,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Tom Boy,
Q and Not U,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.