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 Afghanistan and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Can to the funk 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sällskapet,
A Certain Ratio,
The Last Poets,
Minor Threat,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Sneak,
The Associates,
Amon Düül II,
D'Angelo,
AZ,
Model 500,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Eden Ahbez,
Procol Harum,
Black Moon,
Bill Wells,
Pantaleimon,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Todd Terry,
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Technova,
Man Parrish,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Tears for Fears,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camberwell Now,
David Bowie,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ice-T,
The Stooges,
The Cramps,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.