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 Chile and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
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 Aloha Tigers to the grunge 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Hot Snakes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
The Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
a-ha,
John Cale,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nas,
Derrick Morgan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Q and Not U,
Loose Ends,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Connie Case,
Smog,
Schoolly D,
Black Pus,
Leonard Cohen,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Tommy Roe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Deadbeat,
Visage,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.