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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Crash Course in Science to the disco 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
John Cale,
The Residents,
One Last Wish,
Blancmange,
Animal Collective,
Jawbox,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Sneak,
The Walker Brothers,
Rapeman,
Prince Buster,
Byron Stingily,
The Evens,
Lebanon Hanover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Bobby Sherman,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Livin' Joy,
Alton Ellis,
Trumans Water,
Alphaville,
Massinfluence,
48th St. Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Starr,
The Five Americans,
Yaz,
Amon Düül II,
Joy Division,
Suburban Knight,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerrie Biddell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ten City,
Letta Mbulu,
Reagan Youth,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiohead,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.