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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
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 theremin 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
The Names,
Dark Day,
The Toasters,
Gastr Del Sol,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
The Pretty Things,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Television Personalities,
Rotary Connection,
CMW,
New Order,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Prince Buster,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Basic Channel,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
DNA,
Wings,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
The Mojo Men,
The Doobie Brothers,
Subhumans,
Symarip,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Mills,
Mad Mike,
Ten City,
Parry Music,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fortunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Toni Rubio,
The Tremeloes,
Suburban Knight,
Vainqueur,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.