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 Qatar 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
cv313,
The Monks,
Arcadia,
Warren Ellis,
OOIOO,
Basic Channel,
Surgeon,
The Smiths,
Banda Bassotti,
Rod Modell,
Fatback Band,
Black Sheep,
Magazine,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lower 48,
Japan,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Average White Band,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Kurtis Blow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Silicon Teens,
The Walker Brothers,
The Red Krayola,
Duran Duran,
Nation of Ulysses,
R.M.O.,
Talk Talk,
The Happenings,
Section 25,
New York Dolls,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
Neu!,
Rufus Thomas,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
The Martian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Johnny Clarke,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.