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 Turkey and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
Blossom Toes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Radiohead,
Scion,
Robert Hood,
Roxy Music,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Smiths,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlback,
Traffic Nightmare,
Barrington Levy,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Flash Fearless,
Brand Nubian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Joey Negro,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Adolescents,
Rapeman,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.