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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Techniques,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sound Behaviour,
John Coltrane,
Black Bananas,
Jandek,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Althea and Donna,
Duran Duran,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Arab on Radar,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Piero Umiliani,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fortunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Sandy B,
Jacques Brel,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Mantronix,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Skarface,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Tim Buckley,
Monolake,
Amon Düül II,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
L. Decosne,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.