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 Bahrain and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 The Human League to the jazz 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Con Funk Shun,
Kurtis Blow,
Subhumans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Pylon,
UT,
Duran Duran,
Sun City Girls,
June Days,
The Move,
The United States of America,
Godley & Creme,
Siglo XX,
Urselle,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Agent Orange,
Wally Richardson,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Loose Ends,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amazonics,
The Smoke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skriet,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
Maleditus Sound,
Lower 48,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
Crooked Eye,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Boogie Down Productions,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Delta 5,
Ponytail,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.