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 Marshall Islands and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Rhythm & Sound,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Glenn Branca,
Procol Harum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
Steve Hackett,
Pere Ubu,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Quando Quango,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Tom Boy,
The Count Five,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Pussy Galore,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Womack,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
D'Angelo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eve St. Jones,
Todd Terry,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Arcadia,
Bauhaus,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.