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 Greece and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Mars,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Intrusion,
Subhumans,
Tropical Tobacco,
UT,
Can,
Drexciya,
Nico,
The Kinks,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Radio Birdman,
Johnny Clarke,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
Adolescents,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Monolake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jeff Mills,
Shuggie Otis,
Anthony Braxton,
Icehouse,
Brick,
Liliput,
Bobby Sherman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Essential Logic,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.