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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monolake to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Neon Judgement record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fad Gadget,
The Star Department,
Buzzcocks,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Infiniti,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Main Source,
The Gories,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
The Smoke,
Ultravox,
Scion,
The Divine Comedy,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Sugar Minott,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Chris & Cosey,
Newcleus,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Bobby Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Joe Finger,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
Stiv Bators,
Khruangbin,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
The Velvet Underground,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
The Selecter,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.