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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Index 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Eric Copeland,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
The Misunderstood,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Swell Maps,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
The Motions,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Section 25,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
World's Most,
New Order,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David Bowie,
Arcadia,
Zapp,
CMW,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
The Barracudas,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Wire,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grauzone,
The Five Americans,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.