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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
DJ Style,
The Toasters,
The Black Dice,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Stereo Dub,
Suburban Knight,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Techniques,
Country Teasers,
Vladislav Delay,
CMW,
Quantec,
Black Moon,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Essential Logic,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
JFA,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Wings,
The Blackbyrds,
Janne Schatter,
Stiv Bators,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Bobby Sherman,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Eric Dolphy,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Can,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.