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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Letta Mbulu,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Camouflage,
The Mummies,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Shoche,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sister Nancy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Mad Mike,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Negative Approach,
Donny Hathaway,
Half Japanese,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
the Human League,
Scion,
The Modern Lovers,
Eden Ahbez,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Monolake,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Starr,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Gastr Del Sol,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Monks,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.