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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Vladislav Delay 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Icehouse,
The Invisible,
Das Ding,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Durutti Column,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
Tres Demented,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
These Immortal Souls,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
MDC,
the Normal,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gichy Dan,
Todd Rundgren,
Anakelly,
Agitation Free,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Todd Terry,
cv313,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Names,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.