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 Liberia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Altered Images,
The Buckinghams,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Jimmy McGriff,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
Second Layer,
The Count Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spoonie Gee,
Visage,
F. McDonald,
The Fuzztones,
Nirvana,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
B.T. Express,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
China Crisis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zero Boys,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
Charles Mingus,
Aural Exciters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.