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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 Connie Case to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
Negative Approach,
Cluster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
The Barracudas,
Wolf Eyes,
Harmonia,
Goldenarms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül,
Oneida,
Ossler,
Cheater Slicks,
Suicide,
Derrick May,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Cymande,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fela Kuti,
Crime,
ABC,
The Vogues,
Dennis Brown,
X-101,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
FM Einheit,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Roxy Music,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
Spoonie Gee,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.