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 Djibouti and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Pantaleimon,
JFA,
CMW,
The Durutti Column,
The Fortunes,
Aswad,
Amon Düül,
Harry Pussy,
The Vogues,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
Slave,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
Can,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Hoover,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Sam Rivers,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boredoms,
the Bar-Kays,
Ice-T,
Yellowson,
Maleditus Sound,
China Crisis,
Scratch Acid,
Godley & Creme,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
PIL,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.