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 Georgia and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Harry Pussy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange 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?
Cameo,
JFA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Bananas,
Quando Quango,
Sound Behaviour,
Angry Samoans,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Zeros,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Faust,
Toni Rubio,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
The Stooges,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Sarah Menescal,
Das Ding,
Kerrie Biddell,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Wolf Eyes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
CMW,
The Buckinghams,
X-Ray Spex,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Human League,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Gregory Isaacs,
Youth Brigade,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Goldenarms,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Public Enemy,
The Last Poets,
Make Up,
Lakeside,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.