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 Austria and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
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 808 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 Howard Jones to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Yusef Lateef,
Gong,
X-101,
Don Cherry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Stockholm Monsters,
DNA,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gap Band,
Electric Prunes,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Scientists,
Amazonics,
X-Ray Spex,
Camberwell Now,
T.S.O.L.,
Leonard Cohen,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Wally Richardson,
Audionom,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Grauzone,
the Slits,
Delta 5,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Underground Resistance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Minutemen,
Flash Fearless,
Slave,
The Busters,
The Wake,
Arab on Radar,
F. McDonald,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
Matthew Bourne,
Nils Olav,
Bang On A Can,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.