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 Madagascar and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The Invisible to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Pantaleimon,
Siglo XX,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Warsaw,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
48th St. Collective,
Ludus,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
John Holt,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
The Blues Magoos,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Clarke,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Thee Headcoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Jacob Miller,
Heaven 17,
Brand Nubian,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Chrome,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Goldenarms,
EPMD,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Glenn Branca,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
The Associates,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dead Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Reagan Youth,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tears for Fears,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.