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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Misunderstood to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
John Lydon,
B.T. Express,
Gil Scott Heron,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nils Olav,
Minutemen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
Interpol,
Underground Resistance,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Moon,
The Move,
John Holt,
Dave Gahan,
Suburban Knight,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
the Soft Cell,
Carl Craig,
Eric Copeland,
Eurythmics,
Patti Smith,
The J.B.'s,
Massinfluence,
Michelle Simonal,
Loose Ends,
La Düsseldorf,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tommy Roe,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
Ronnie Foster,
OOIOO,
The Skatalites,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kerrie Biddell,
H. Thieme,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Clarke,
Faust,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.