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 Mali and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Durutti Column to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soul Sonic Force,
Drexciya,
Scratch Acid,
Susan Cadogan,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Circle Jerks,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cecil Taylor,
Derrick Morgan,
The Martian,
Wings,
Tim Buckley,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
John Cale,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Thee Headcoats,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Freddie Wadling,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Duran Duran,
Donny Hathaway,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deepchord,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Kurtis Blow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boz Scaggs,
Eli Mardock,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Barbara Tucker,
Scan 7,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.