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 Germany and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
Morten Harket,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mark Hollis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
The American Breed,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Flesh Eaters,
10cc,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
Moebius,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Aloha Tigers,
X-101,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Vogues,
David Bowie,
Bob Dylan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
B.T. Express,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Magazine,
John Foxx,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Ultra Naté,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.