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 Cameroon and from Tehran.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Gang Gang Dance to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
Jacob Miller,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hasil Adkins,
Roy Ayers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Altered Images,
Whodini,
The Gladiators,
Warsaw,
UT,
Aural Exciters,
Black Flag,
The Star Department,
Tres Demented,
The Tremeloes,
Sun City Girls,
Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
Main Source,
the Normal,
X-102,
MDC,
Lakeside,
Hashim,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Donald Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül,
Theoretical Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.