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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the 808 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 Magma to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bill Near,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Amon Düül II,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Howard Jones,
Joey Negro,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Desert Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ossler,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
The Buckinghams,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Shoche,
Ohio Players,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
AZ,
Janne Schatter,
Yazoo,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lakeside,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
The Cure,
The Wake,
Wasted Youth,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.