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 Peru and from New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
The Victims,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
June Days,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Al Stewart,
Duran Duran,
Rotary Connection,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fluxion,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Masters at Work,
Don Cherry,
Kenny Larkin,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Hashim,
Matthew Halsall,
Make Up,
Severed Heads,
Eric Copeland,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Blake Baxter,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
David Bowie,
Aloha Tigers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Angels of Light,
Marvin Gaye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.