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 Italy and from New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Interpol to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
R.M.O.,
Sister Nancy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Adolescents,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Sight & Sound,
Mad Mike,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Move,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Cybotron,
Al Stewart,
The Selecter,
Johnny Clarke,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minnie Riperton,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Barbara Tucker,
Tears for Fears,
The Red Krayola,
David Axelrod,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.