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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hardrive,
Can,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
The Golliwogs,
DNA,
Ludus,
The Saints,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Yazoo,
Guru Guru,
Godley & Creme,
Wire,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Techniques,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
Monolake,
Delta 5,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
The Cure,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dennis Brown,
John Coltrane,
The Searchers,
Soft Machine,
Boz Scaggs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
The United States of America,
Hoover,
H. Thieme,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
Television,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
E-Dancer,
Connie Case,
Blossom Toes,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Ultra Naté,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonny Sharrock,
Desert Stars,
Juan Atkins,
The Blues Magoos,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.