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 Papua New Guinea and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Wolf Eyes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
a-ha,
Stiv Bators,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Evens,
the Normal,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barrington Levy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
UT,
Stetsasonic,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Slits,
Kayak,
Nick Fraelich,
The Residents,
World's Most,
The Blues Magoos,
Sandy B,
Das Ding,
Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
The Black Dice,
E-Dancer,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Cymande,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Newcleus,
PIL,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
Little Man,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
the Soft Cell,
Mandrill,
X-101,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Leonard Cohen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lower 48,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Görl,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.