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 Vietnam and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Leaves to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Toasters,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
June of 44,
Franke,
Lungfish,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Al Stewart,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Sheep,
The Mummies,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
DNA,
Anakelly,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Bar-Kays,
Barclay James Harvest,
Tears for Fears,
10cc,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joy Division,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Underground Resistance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
The Durutti Column,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.