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 Bangladesh and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 mellotron 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 Vainqueur to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Ponytail,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Guru Guru,
Amazonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Steve Hackett,
Sexual Harrassment,
Shoche,
Dark Day,
Au Pairs,
Faraquet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Flag,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Second Layer,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Moebius,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
Juan Atkins,
The Doors,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
10cc,
the Germs,
Barry Ungar,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
The Shadows of Knight,
June Days,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
cv313,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.