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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 OOIOO to the grime 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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
June Days,
Bobby Sherman,
Prince Buster,
Al Stewart,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fatback Band,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
Stiv Bators,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Kool Moe Dee,
Todd Terry,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pharoah Sanders,
H. Thieme,
Goldenarms,
Roxette,
Masters at Work,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Youth Brigade,
Altered Images,
Eddi Front,
Lyres,
Nils Olav,
Harmonia,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
The Grass Roots,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marvin Gaye,
John Lydon,
Babytalk,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.