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 Antigua and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Duran Duran to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Peter and Kerry,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
The Techniques,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Popol Vuh,
Man Eating Sloth,
Matthew Bourne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ponytail,
Iggy Pop,
Circle Jerks,
Junior Murvin,
Loose Ends,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Amazonics,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
The Monks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Goldenarms,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Rapeman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
This Heat,
The Residents,
T. Rex,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department,
Nico,
The Skatalites,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Sex Pistols,
Traffic Nightmare,
Panda Bear,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Mars,
La Düsseldorf,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Ultra Naté,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.