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 Malta and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scientists to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
The Barracudas,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Skriet,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Supertramp,
EPMD,
Dave Gahan,
The Evens,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Mary Jane Girls,
Magma,
Whodini,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alice Coltrane,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Essential Logic,
Arab on Radar,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Fall,
The Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kurtis Blow,
Agent Orange,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cybotron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
Bang On A Can,
Black Bananas,
Oblivians,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
The Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Pierre Henry,
Maurizio,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.