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 Kosovo and from Tokyo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Goldenarms,
Magma,
DNA,
Patti Smith,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang of Four,
The United States of America,
Brand Nubian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Smooth,
Albert Ayler,
Maurizio,
Joyce Sims,
Bad Manners,
Joensuu 1685,
Bob Dylan,
Panda Bear,
Nick Fraelich,
Idris Muhammad,
The Neon Judgement,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Au Pairs,
Animal Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Cheater Slicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dark Day,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Circle Jerks,
Scion,
Josef K,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Young Rascals,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
the Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Minnie Riperton,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.