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 Guinea-Bissau and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 The American Breed 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
Rekid,
The Blues Magoos,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Guru Guru,
Radiohead,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stetsasonic,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
Ultra Naté,
Gastr Del Sol,
EPMD,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Niagra,
Babytalk,
Accadde A,
MDC,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Reagan Youth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
The Misunderstood,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
Vainqueur,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bronski Beat,
The Music Machine,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skriet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bush Tetras,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Los Fastidios,
Bang On A Can,
The Dirtbombs,
Gabor Szabo,
Basic Channel,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Deepchord,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Organ,
The Motions,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.