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 Cuba and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 New Order to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Neu!,
Rapeman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Real Kids,
Don Cherry,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
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Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Frankie Knuckles,
Franke,
Black Moon,
Magazine,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Moss Icon,
Arthur Verocai,
Vladislav Delay,
The New Christs,
Oneida,
Rotary Connection,
Television,
Oblivians,
Intrusion,
AZ,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Skaos,
Arcadia,
Vainqueur,
Slick Rick,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
T.S.O.L.,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Soulsonic Force,
Erykah Badu,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Thee Headcoats,
Monolake,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dirtbombs,
Angry Samoans,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mr. Review,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Age Steppers,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.