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 Swaziland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Jeff Mills,
Harry Pussy,
Brass Construction,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Mummies,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
The New Christs,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
X-102,
Peter & Gordon,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Ralphi Rosario,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Starr,
Mo-Dettes,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
Make Up,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Cowsills,
Erykah Badu,
Jacques Brel,
Aural Exciters,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Niagra,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Ludus,
Wolf Eyes,
Monks,
Ultravox,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Wyatt,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.