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 Cape Verde and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Little Man,
The Litter,
Symarip,
DNA,
Amon Düül,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
Tom Boy,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Grey Daturas,
Inner City,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lou Christie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Judy Mowatt,
Mark Hollis,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
The Sonics,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Liliput,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grauzone,
The Fortunes,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
Sarah Menescal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Severed Heads,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Sugar Minott,
Byron Stingily,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Moody Blues,
Michelle Simonal,
the Association,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rosa Yemen,
Schoolly D,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Mandrill,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.