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 Gambia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Zapp 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Harpers Bizarre,
Robert Görl,
Scan 7,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Remains,
Model 500,
Scott Walker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Mo-Dettes,
The Pop Group,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
ABBA,
Boogie Down Productions,
H. Thieme,
Technova,
Nik Kershaw,
Davy DMX,
Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Cheater Slicks,
Royal Trux,
CMW,
Radiohead,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lyres,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
E-Dancer,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Real Kids,
The Motions,
Pantytec,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pierre Henry,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
World's Most,
The Pretty Things,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.