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 Ukraine and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe 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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Chrome,
Thee Headcoats,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Livin' Joy,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Ohio Players,
Visage,
Royal Trux,
Jeff Mills,
The Zeros,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Arab on Radar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
Echospace,
Bluetip,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Erykah Badu,
Davy DMX,
The Happenings,
John Lydon,
The Mojo Men,
Andrew Hill,
Zapp,
Warsaw,
Icehouse,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
Slave,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Wells,
Monks,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
Althea and Donna,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Copeland,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cal Tjader,
The Invisible,
Angry Samoans,
Chris Corsano,
Shoche,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.