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 Finland and from Stockholm.
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 Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bizarre Inc. to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cymande,
The American Breed,
Peter and Kerry,
The Electric Prunes,
Altered Images,
Motorama,
Average White Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Au Pairs,
Funkadelic,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
T.S.O.L.,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
The Litter,
Eric Dolphy,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Lightning Bolt,
The Music Machine,
Steve Hackett,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Khruangbin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rites of Spring,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
CMW,
Agent Orange,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Funky Four + One,
KRS-One,
The Motions,
Index,
Kurtis Blow,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ken Boothe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Section 25,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.