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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Khruangbin to the disco 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
FM Einheit,
Sällskapet,
The Fugs,
Scratch Acid,
Eden Ahbez,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cramps,
F. McDonald,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Angels of Light,
the Swans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Deepchord,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Metal Thangz,
The Zeros,
Ornette Coleman,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Wally Richardson,
E-Dancer,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Moby Grape,
Joyce Sims,
Janne Schatter,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
New Order,
the Association,
Soft Cell,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Tears for Fears,
Ultravox,
Don Cherry,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Avey Tare,
Essential Logic,
Whodini,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.