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 Serbia and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Janne Schatter to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Sneak,
Sonic Youth,
JFA,
10cc,
Japan,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
Angry Samoans,
Black Bananas,
John Holt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Neon Judgement,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Barbara Tucker,
Adolescents,
Sugar Minott,
Sound Behaviour,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
Lyres,
Moebius,
The Young Rascals,
Funkadelic,
Anakelly,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Agitation Free,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Swans,
Brass Construction,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacob Miller,
The Busters,
Shuggie Otis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Gong,
Pantytec,
Surgeon,
Theoretical Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Lucky Dragons,
Little Man,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.