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 Chad 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Silicon Teens to the techno 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Jacques Brel,
Swell Maps,
Simply Red,
Funky Four + One,
The Birthday Party,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Sixth Finger,
Deadbeat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Organ,
the Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Make Up,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Dead Boys,
The Toasters,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
Ohio Players,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Royal Trux,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Marc Almond,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Depeche Mode,
Livin' Joy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Rod Modell,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hot Snakes,
Hashim,
The Dirtbombs,
Malaria!,
Unwound,
ABBA,
Sun Ra,
UT,
Soulsonic Force,
Nas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mary Jane Girls,
Von Mondo,
Lucky Dragons,
Y Pants,
Bootsy Collins,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.