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 Libya and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Scan 7,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Audionom,
Mantronix,
Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
The Saints,
Japan,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Moebius,
48th St. Collective,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
K-Klass,
Robert Görl,
Todd Rundgren,
Soul II Soul,
The Sound,
Quadrant,
Cal Tjader,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Basic Channel,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantaleimon,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Q65,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Masters at Work,
Mandrill,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry's Kids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Bourne,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.