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 Maldives and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unwound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Black Dice,
New Order,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
The Gap Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zero Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Goldenarms,
Eddi Front,
a-ha,
Suburban Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roxy Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fad Gadget,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
The Fall,
Rekid,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
David Axelrod,
Jesper Dahlback,
Metal Thangz,
The Gladiators,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Al Stewart,
DNA,
Skaos,
World's Most,
The Modern Lovers,
Mo-Dettes,
Motorama,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gichy Dan,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Oneida,
Kenny Larkin,
Mandrill,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.