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 Bhutan 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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Fluxion to the grunge 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Kerri Chandler,
Subhumans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Second Layer,
Yazoo,
Adolescents,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
Tres Demented,
Grauzone,
The Velvet Underground,
Thompson Twins,
FM Einheit,
Half Japanese,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rakim,
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Q and Not U,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
Stetsasonic,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
Carl Craig,
The Standells,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Sight & Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Make Up,
Bush Tetras,
Black Moon,
The Grass Roots,
Black Flag,
Grey Daturas,
Terry Callier,
The Fall,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deakin,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Agitation Free,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.