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 Iran and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jeff Lynne to the techno 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Barbara Tucker,
Robert Wyatt,
Brick,
D'Angelo,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
David McCallum,
Henry Cow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Malaria!,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
JFA,
The Durutti Column,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.