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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bauhaus 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Skarface,
Cluster,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
Curtis Mayfield,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Funky Four + One,
The Leaves,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Zapp,
Scott Walker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Agitation Free,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
10cc,
Vainqueur,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Colin Newman,
The Blackbyrds,
X-101,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun City Girls,
Bill Near,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
The Gap Band,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.