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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 808 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 Donald Byrd 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Holt,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Half Japanese,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Jacques Brel,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
Nico,
Japan,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Public Enemy,
John Lydon,
The United States of America,
Inner City,
ABC,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Moss Icon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Gang of Four,
The Misunderstood,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Darondo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Vogues,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Erasure,
Throbbing Gristle,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fugs,
Goldenarms,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.