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 Laos and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
John Lydon,
Animal Collective,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sixth Finger,
Don Cherry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Niagra,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
AZ,
Joey Negro,
Metal Thangz,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
ABC,
Anthony Braxton,
Slave,
Terry Callier,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Magma,
David Axelrod,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Circle Jerks,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
Franke,
Kurtis Blow,
Michelle Simonal,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Faust,
Kayak,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Mantronix,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.