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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nas to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
The Last Poets,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Underground Resistance,
Skaos,
The Alarm Clocks,
Animal Collective,
Television Personalities,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Mills,
Monks,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Brass Construction,
Funky Four + One,
David Axelrod,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bad Manners,
Derrick May,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sparks,
Pulsallama,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Nico,
Roxy Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Urselle,
Duran Duran,
Soft Machine,
Swell Maps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Warsaw,
Althea and Donna,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.