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 Jamaica and from Philadelphia.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The United States of America to the rap 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fad Gadget,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Subhumans,
Ken Boothe,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
K-Klass,
Peter & Gordon,
UT,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Cheater Slicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Happenings,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Infiniti,
Chris & Cosey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells, Bill Wells.
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.