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 Kosovo and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Sisters of Mercy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Sandy B,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
June Days,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Siglo XX,
Average White Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Doors,
Jimmy McGriff,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
La Düsseldorf,
The Seeds,
Bad Manners,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Archie Shepp,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Nas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tres Demented,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kurtis Blow,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.