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 Hungary and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Slick Rick to the dance 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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Judy Mowatt,
Black Sheep,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Jawbox,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Yellowson,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
The Index,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Unwound,
Quadrant,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Blancmange,
The Sound,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Slave,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Copeland,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Average White Band,
Clear Light,
Kurtis Blow,
Pere Ubu,
Soul Sonic Force,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Massinfluence,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Yaz,
Second Layer,
Colin Newman,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.