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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the techno 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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp 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?
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
The Gories,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
The Happenings,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Amon Düül II,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fluxion,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
The Gun Club,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rapeman,
Boz Scaggs,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Pole,
Radiohead,
John Foxx,
Harmonia,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
B.T. Express,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Los Fastidios,
Von Mondo,
Sonic Youth,
Qualms,
the Slits,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
The Offenders,
PIL,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Desert Stars,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Funkadelic,
The Dirtbombs,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.