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 Andorra and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Sonics to the punk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Delta 5,
The Vogues,
Traffic Nightmare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Fugazi,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Remains,
Anakelly,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Average White Band,
Iggy Pop,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Qualms,
L. Decosne,
The Count Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
MC5,
Henry Cow,
Roy Ayers,
the Normal,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Fuzztones,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Deadbeat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Mantronix,
Whodini,
Yellowson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül II,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.