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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 New Order to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Slits,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Hoover,
The Saints,
48th St. Collective,
Can,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gang Starr,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Average White Band,
Gang of Four,
Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pagans,
David Bowie,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Grauzone,
Liliput,
Fela Kuti,
Terrestrial Tones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Davy DMX,
Donald Byrd,
Y Pants,
Swell Maps,
The Kinks,
Banda Bassotti,
Camouflage,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kurtis Blow,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.