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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Vainqueur,
Swell Maps,
The Real Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sexual Harrassment,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
Mission of Burma,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Excepter,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
X-102,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
Warren Ellis,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Absolute Body Control,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dark Day,
Brass Construction,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Symarip,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Wally Richardson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
The Victims,
Eli Mardock,
Henry Cow,
Monks,
Nirvana,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Main Source,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultra Naté,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.