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 Guinea-Bissau and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Technova to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
New Order,
Scratch Acid,
Pole,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
The Kinks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mars,
Peter & Gordon,
Oblivians,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
48th St. Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Fugazi,
FM Einheit,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
The Zeros,
Public Enemy,
Bootsy Collins,
Joy Division,
Stetsasonic,
The Doors,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Alison Limerick,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Moody Blues,
Visage,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
MDC,
Japan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Eden Ahbez,
The Gladiators,
Suicide,
Mad Mike,
Reuben Wilson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Laurel Aitken,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Standells,
Moss Icon,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.