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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 R.M.O. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Los Fastidios,
DJ Sneak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Swans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
World's Most,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
The Tremeloes,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Intrusion,
MDC,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lyres,
Kerri Chandler,
Letta Mbulu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Amon Düül II,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Bourne,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Barbara Tucker,
Erasure,
Young Marble Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warren Ellis,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television Personalities,
Eden Ahbez,
Hot Snakes,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.