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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Desert Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
10cc,
The Zeros,
Circle Jerks,
Zapp,
Swans,
Terry Callier,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Pantytec,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
The Birthday Party,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod,
Rakim,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Invisible,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Fugazi,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun Ra,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Derrick Morgan,
Isaac Hayes,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Ice-T,
Black Sheep,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Niagra,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Underground Resistance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Skarface,
The Happenings,
Vladislav Delay,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.