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 South Sudan and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vainqueur,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mad Mike,
The Wake,
Sly & The Family Stone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Depeche Mode,
Frankie Knuckles,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Niagra,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Television,
Tubeway Army,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Near,
Joyce Sims,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
MDC,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Animal Collective,
Section 25,
The Gladiators,
Flash Fearless,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Little Man,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.