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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 The Gladiators to the jazz 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Man Parrish,
Basic Channel,
Toni Rubio,
Livin' Joy,
Colin Newman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bang On A Can,
Frankie Knuckles,
Traffic Nightmare,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pantytec,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Black Moon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Glenn Branca,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Intrusion,
Interpol,
Q65,
Harmonia,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
F. McDonald,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fear,
Rakim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Clear Light,
the Swans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Half Japanese,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pulsallama,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.