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 Albania and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the punk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wire,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
Darondo,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sällskapet,
Grauzone,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pantytec,
The Saints,
Adolescents,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra,
The Cowsills,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Terry,
Gichy Dan,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül II,
Magma,
Fela Kuti,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Public Enemy,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Avey Tare,
Monolake,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
Massinfluence,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Pole,
Accadde A,
Theoretical Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.