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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe 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 Ash Ra Tempel to the jazz 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
The Wake,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cure,
Cameo,
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
Kerri Chandler,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Theoretical Girls,
Erasure,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fortunes,
The Grass Roots,
The Offenders,
The Music Machine,
The Pretty Things,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moody Blues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
Blossom Toes,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delta 5,
KRS-One,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Pop Group,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Normal,
Wally Richardson,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Deepchord,
The Dirtbombs,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.