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 Kyrgyzstan and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yazoo to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Goldenarms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Funkadelic,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Grey Daturas,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Crispian St. Peters,
Urselle,
Dawn Penn,
Suicide,
Technova,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Siglo XX,
Sister Nancy,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Sonic Youth,
Newcleus,
Peter and Kerry,
Grauzone,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
The American Breed,
Harry Pussy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donny Hathaway,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Derrick May,
Nirvana,
The Last Poets,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Walker Brothers,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.