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 Monaco and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins 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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Black Dice,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
cv313,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aswad,
The Associates,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Offenders,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Fat Boys,
The Mummies,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Velvet Underground,
LL Cool J,
Von Mondo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Khruangbin,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Roy Ayers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lalann,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Fugs,
Patti Smith,
Trumans Water,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thee Headcoats,
Hardrive,
Alton Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Unrelated Segments,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.