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 Benin and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Agent Orange 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Agent Orange,
Whodini,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Sex Pistols,
Erasure,
New Order,
MC5,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spoonie Gee,
Absolute Body Control,
Pulsallama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
Faust,
The Saints,
The Index,
The Gladiators,
Reuben Wilson,
Donny Hathaway,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Invisible,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nils Olav,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Fat Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Mark Hollis,
Henry Cow,
Kayak,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.