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 Maldives and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Roxette to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harmonia,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Swans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tom Boy,
The Remains,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
Matthew Halsall,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Monks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Neu!,
Bluetip,
The Victims,
The Leaves,
The Dead C,
Faraquet,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.