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 Singapore and from Lyon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Josef K to the punk 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Angry Samoans,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eurythmics,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Wings,
One Last Wish,
The Leaves,
Accadde A,
The Cowsills,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
ABC,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
The Knickerbockers,
Marvin Gaye,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Letta Mbulu,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
The Beau Brummels,
John Lydon,
Sugar Minott,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
Morten Harket,
Loose Ends,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
Susan Cadogan,
Funkadelic,
Zapp,
PIL,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Basic Channel,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.