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 Azerbaijan and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the rock 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gories,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Intrusion,
The Cure,
ABC,
Urselle,
John Foxx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Make Up,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
T. Rex,
Pussy Galore,
H. Thieme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Con Funk Shun,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Q65,
Rosa Yemen,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Amazonics,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Fatback Band,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
The Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.