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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Sonics,
Minny Pops,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Porter Ricks,
Chris & Cosey,
Avey Tare,
Inner City,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Josef K,
The Gories,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Amon Düül II,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David Axelrod,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Sparks,
Fear,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Urselle,
Maurizio,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Animal Collective,
Bluetip,
Bill Wells,
Section 25,
Accadde A,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ohio Players,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
The Sound,
Pantaleimon,
The Gladiators,
Fat Boys,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Duran Duran,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.