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 Liechtenstein and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Maurizio 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Electric Prunes,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Robert Hood,
Malaria!,
The Monochrome Set,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Scratch Acid,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter and Kerry,
Swell Maps,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Jesper Dahlback,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
The Blues Magoos,
The Fugs,
Surgeon,
Colin Newman,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
The Real Kids,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
OOIOO,
the Germs,
Mandrill,
Chrome,
Roxette,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Lakeside,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.