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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Morten Harket to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Accadde A,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Germs,
Kayak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Maurizio,
Sixth Finger,
Scientists,
Cybotron,
The Real Kids,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mojo Men,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James White and The Blacks,
The Star Department,
Grauzone,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Arthur Verocai,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deepchord,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Sam Rivers,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mad Mike,
Tubeway Army,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Techniques,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.