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 Ireland and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Aloha Tigers,
The Neon Judgement,
Stetsasonic,
The Litter,
Roger Hodgson,
Malaria!,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minny Pops,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jeff Mills,
PIL,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Groovy Waters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Byrd,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Zapp,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mars,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Pretty Things,
Buzzcocks,
Intrusion,
The Star Department,
The Smiths,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Main Source,
Erasure,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
X-Ray Spex,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
Connie Case,
John Foxx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
La Düsseldorf,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
The Red Krayola,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.