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 Qatar and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Funkadelic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
James White and The Blacks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
Maleditus Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Half Japanese,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Juan Atkins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
L. Decosne,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
Simply Red,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
The Dead C,
Black Pus,
Jandek,
Bobby Womack,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tomorrow,
The Star Department,
The Moody Blues,
The Misunderstood,
The Kinks,
The Sonics,
Maurizio,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
Echospace,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Sex Pistols,
Letta Mbulu,
MC5,
The Sound,
X-102,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Surgeon,
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
Monks,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.