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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb 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 Surgeon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
The American Breed,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Smiths,
Eden Ahbez,
Flamin' Groovies,
Funkadelic,
Magma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Bananas,
The Slackers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
Crime,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pierre Henry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
These Immortal Souls,
John Coltrane,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
China Crisis,
Easy Going,
Amon Düül II,
Moss Icon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
The Techniques,
Qualms,
Radio Birdman,
Dead Boys,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Lightning Bolt,
The Human League,
The Raincoats,
Don Cherry,
Steve Hackett,
Todd Rundgren,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
June Days,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.