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 Seychelles and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mighty Diamonds to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Skatalites,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Flash Fearless,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
The Blues Magoos,
The Human League,
Gregory Isaacs,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Stereo Dub,
Ponytail,
The Fall,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
Erykah Badu,
The Beau Brummels,
Skaos,
Masters at Work,
Kenny Larkin,
Audionom,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
the Human League,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slits,
Motorama,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultimate Spinach,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Swans,
The Happenings,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.