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 Sri Lanka and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Byrd to the rap 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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities 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?
Man Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Ultravox,
The Evens,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ossler,
Godley & Creme,
Sound Behaviour,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mandrill,
Bluetip,
Pagans,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Reuben Wilson,
Talk Talk,
Stetsasonic,
Nas,
The Vogues,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Jesper Dahlback,
Piero Umiliani,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Underground Resistance,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Hoover,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter & Gordon,
The Tremeloes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Last Poets,
Maleditus Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
DJ Style,
Vladislav Delay,
Depeche Mode,
The Fall,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The New Christs,
David McCallum,
Connie Case,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.