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 Lithuania and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Barry Ungar to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Brass Construction,
Massinfluence,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Barrington Levy,
Anthony Braxton,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sun Ra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
U.S. Maple,
Kerri Chandler,
Tubeway Army,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
The Angels of Light,
the Human League,
The Mojo Men,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
David McCallum,
MC5,
Sixth Finger,
The Young Rascals,
Ten City,
Theoretical Girls,
Wally Richardson,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
Iggy Pop,
The Slackers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Echospace,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.