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 Tajikistan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Con Funk Shun,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Walker Brothers,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Donny Hathaway,
Banda Bassotti,
Theoretical Girls,
The Index,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
Tubeway Army,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
ABBA,
Bobby Sherman,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
The Cure,
Sixth Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Maleditus Sound,
Fluxion,
Lou Christie,
Q and Not U,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fugs,
Nico,
Robert Wyatt,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Neon Judgement,
Zapp,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.