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 Saudi Arabia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Connie Case to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Albert Ayler,
X-101,
Alphaville,
Faraquet,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
The Saints,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donny Hathaway,
Kaleidoscope,
Erasure,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Offenders,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Todd Terry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
This Heat,
the Slits,
Sparks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
Television Personalities,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
Desert Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.