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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '80s.
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 Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Index,
Nick Fraelich,
Yellowson,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
Peter & Gordon,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Absolute Body Control,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick Morgan,
Joe Finger,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young,
Danielle Patucci,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Popol Vuh,
Magma,
Todd Rundgren,
Easy Going,
Terry Callier,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fugazi,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Deadbeat,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
AZ,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quantec,
Technova,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
The Knickerbockers,
Roy Ayers,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.