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 Belize and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Freddie Wadling to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Erasure,
Excepter,
Pierre Henry,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed,
Marc Almond,
Marvin Gaye,
Rekid,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wings,
Spandau Ballet,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
Althea and Donna,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
kango's stein massive,
Danielle Patucci,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Lalann,
Glenn Branca,
T.S.O.L.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Vladislav Delay,
Prince Buster,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tom Boy,
Pole,
Oneida,
Ronan,
FM Einheit,
Hardrive,
Chris & Cosey,
Marmalade,
Yusef Lateef,
Magma,
Smog,
The Sonics,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Brass Construction,
Desert Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Minor Threat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Harmonia,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.