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 Brazil and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Theoretical Girls,
DNA,
The Blackbyrds,
Dawn Penn,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Aloha Tigers,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Fela Kuti,
Thompson Twins,
China Crisis,
Agent Orange,
Prince Buster,
Robert Hood,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lakeside,
Arab on Radar,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Boogie Down Productions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
B.T. Express,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Popol Vuh,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Delon & Dalcan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.