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 Paraguay and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer 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 The Dirtbombs to the electroclash 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 marimba and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
ABC,
Dead Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Scott Walker,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeff Lynne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ponytail,
the Swans,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
Crooked Eye,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
The United States of America,
Arthur Verocai,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Idris Muhammad,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Robert Hood,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Slits,
The Walker Brothers,
Heaven 17,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
Severed Heads,
James Chance & The Contortions,
LL Cool J,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quando Quango,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roger Hodgson,
Skarface,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.