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 Italy and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Icehouse to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Mad Mike,
Schoolly D,
Eric Dolphy,
The J.B.'s,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Parry Music,
John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
K-Klass,
Slave,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
John Foxx,
Young Marble Giants,
The Move,
Bronski Beat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
Eddi Front,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
Cal Tjader,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
JFA,
Aswad,
X-Ray Spex,
Audionom,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Terry Callier,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Human League,
The Fall,
Freddie Wadling,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Pretty Things,
Sex Pistols,
Joyce Sims,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Panda Bear,
LL Cool J,
Procol Harum,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.