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 Libya and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Gil Scott Heron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Teasers,
Sällskapet,
Johnny Clarke,
The Seeds,
Fatback Band,
Section 25,
Sandy B,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Second Layer,
This Heat,
the Normal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
The Litter,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Bobby Byrd,
Fugazi,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bang On A Can,
Groovy Waters,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Robert Wyatt,
Anakelly,
Tears for Fears,
The Selecter,
The Gories,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
Negative Approach,
the Association,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.