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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Neu! to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Essential Logic,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
The Sound,
The Vogues,
Pere Ubu,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gong,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
Radio Birdman,
Alice Coltrane,
Aural Exciters,
EPMD,
Laurel Aitken,
Eli Mardock,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
The Barracudas,
Parry Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wolf Eyes,
Brass Construction,
Lightning Bolt,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Pylon,
Television,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.