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 Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
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 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 Bill Wells to the funk 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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Man Eating Sloth,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
The Zeros,
Matthew Bourne,
Nico,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Average White Band,
The Leaves,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fall,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Blossom Toes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Electric Prunes,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Residents,
Ronan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Pole,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Mandrill,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rufus Thomas,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Lightning Bolt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cybotron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.