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 Samoa and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 theremin 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 Tomorrow to the funk 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
The Techniques,
cv313,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Guru Guru,
Kayak,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jeff Lynne,
The Searchers,
Tommy Roe,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rotary Connection,
The Vogues,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Neon Judgement,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Japan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
Pagans,
Minor Threat,
the Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
Quantec,
Rufus Thomas,
New Age Steppers,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cal Tjader,
Funkadelic,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.