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 Switzerland and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Lou Reed 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 Von Mondo to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Harmonia,
Joy Division,
Zapp,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Sparks,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Age Steppers,
Letta Mbulu,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Don Cherry,
Erykah Badu,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Japan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cheater Slicks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aloha Tigers,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
The Index,
The Fall,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
The Angels of Light,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Five Americans,
Symarip,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Pierre Henry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Easy Going,
Kurtis Blow,
Aswad,
Skriet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Josef K,
The Skatalites,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fortunes,
Cymande,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.