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 Lebanon and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Hot Snakes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
Thompson Twins,
Aswad,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
The New Christs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lakeside,
David Axelrod,
Josef K,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mad Mike,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Susan Cadogan,
Maleditus Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Near,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Scion,
Ultravox,
Accadde A,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
The Mojo Men,
Deepchord,
The Motions,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Niagra,
Chrome,
Pulsallama,
Jacques Brel,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
New Age Steppers,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scott Walker,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.