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 Andorra and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Throbbing Gristle to the dance 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bauhaus,
Dual Sessions,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Swans,
Man Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
Deepchord,
Section 25,
Throbbing Gristle,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun Ra,
New Order,
Interpol,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Masters at Work,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Womack,
Cameo,
The Invisible,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Television Personalities,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
OOIOO,
The Cure,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
Pierre Henry,
The Trojans,
Wasted Youth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.