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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sound to the grunge 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Tomorrow,
Alphaville,
Tommy Roe,
KRS-One,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Toni Rubio,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Metal Thangz,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
The Pop Group,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-Ray Spex,
Clear Light,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
The Human League,
Hardrive,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
The Names,
Kas Product,
Can,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
Soulsonic Force,
Nik Kershaw,
Procol Harum,
Josef K,
Scrapy,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Alton Ellis,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
AZ,
Agitation Free,
Peter and Kerry,
Niagra,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
David McCallum,
The Five Americans,
Minny Pops,
Anakelly,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.