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 Argentina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Swell Maps to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Sun City Girls,
David Bowie,
Spoonie Gee,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Joy Division,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Grauzone,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Skaos,
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
The Raincoats,
Wings,
Groovy Waters,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Smog,
Television,
Gang Starr,
Drexciya,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cramps,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Animal Collective,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Althea and Donna,
Black Sheep,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Index,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.