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 London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Walker Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Vainqueur,
Black Bananas,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
The Zeros,
Cybotron,
Q and Not U,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Radiohead,
FM Einheit,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Neon Judgement,
Yellowson,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
Mary Jane Girls,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
Essential Logic,
MDC,
Black Sheep,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Eddi Front,
Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
Charles Mingus,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Chris & Cosey,
Graham Central Station,
Kayak,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Black Flag,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tom Boy,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.