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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Arab on Radar to the rap 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Sister Nancy,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Harmonia,
Mr. Review,
Rhythm & Sound,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Kerrie Biddell,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tom Boy,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Pole,
Skriet,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Sonics,
The Raincoats,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Fad Gadget,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vladislav Delay,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
The Gories,
the Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Al Stewart,
Soul Sonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Moss Icon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Dolphy,
Massinfluence,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
ABBA,
Echospace,
Mark Hollis,
Barry Ungar,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Von Mondo,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.