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 Morocco and from New York.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Monks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soul II Soul,
Talk Talk,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalann,
The Fortunes,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Ronan,
Q65,
KRS-One,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hardrive,
Nas,
Marc Almond,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
June of 44,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lakeside,
DJ Style,
Infiniti,
Wire,
Jawbox,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harry Pussy,
Fear,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Don Cherry,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mars,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.