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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Connie Case to the grunge 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sonny Sharrock,
Monolake,
Joe Smooth,
China Crisis,
Deakin,
Television,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David McCallum,
Camberwell Now,
The Wake,
Marine Girls,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Machine,
Massinfluence,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Grass Roots,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Outsiders,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Icehouse,
Throbbing Gristle,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jerry's Kids,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Ponytail,
Nico,
Excepter,
Main Source,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Donald Byrd,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
MDC,
AZ,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.