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 Mozambique and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Sight & Sound to the techno 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Danielle Patucci,
Grauzone,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cybotron,
Bush Tetras,
Erasure,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barrington Levy,
MC5,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Sandy B,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Toasters,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rekid,
Mandrill,
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Sixth Finger,
Jerry's Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oneida,
Trumans Water,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tears for Fears,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joy Division,
Organ,
Japan,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Magma,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.