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 Belarus and from Houston.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
10cc,
Deadbeat,
Symarip,
The Dead C,
Neu!,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angry Samoans,
The Moleskins,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Camouflage,
Silicon Teens,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Pantytec,
Joe Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Soul II Soul,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Stiv Bators,
DNA,
Chris & Cosey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Victims,
Kenny Larkin,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faraquet,
Moss Icon,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
KRS-One,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Mills,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quadrant,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
cv313,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.