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 Ukraine and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Evens to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Remains. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Moby Grape,
The Last Poets,
Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
The Star Department,
Simply Red,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Guru Guru,
Joe Smooth,
Mission of Burma,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick Morgan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Michelle Simonal,
Chrome,
Rakim,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Nik Kershaw,
The Offenders,
The Moleskins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
Loose Ends,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Donald Byrd,
Negative Approach,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Fatback Band,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television,
Bad Manners,
Nico,
Q65,
The Busters,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Donny Hathaway,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.