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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Radiohead to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roxy Music,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aswad,
Fela Kuti,
D'Angelo,
Peter & Gordon,
Erasure,
Faraquet,
The Searchers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
The Cramps,
The Durutti Column,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
Moss Icon,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Lakeside,
OOIOO,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Foxx,
Banda Bassotti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grey Daturas,
Dorothy Ashby,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Throbbing Gristle,
DJ Style,
Dead Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Pole,
Easy Going,
Lungfish,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reagan Youth,
Young Marble Giants,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.