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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Scientists to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
The Index,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Techniques,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Guru Guru,
The Dirtbombs,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marvin Gaye,
Frankie Knuckles,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Angry Samoans,
Technova,
K-Klass,
Marmalade,
Surgeon,
The Offenders,
Tim Buckley,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Roxette,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
The Moleskins,
Magazine,
The Walker Brothers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arcadia,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.