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 Italy and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Echo & the Bunnymen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
Amazonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bauhaus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Victims,
Mo-Dettes,
Masters at Work,
Bob Dylan,
Yellowson,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Groovy Waters,
Babytalk,
Flipper,
a-ha,
Ultra Naté,
Japan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Slick Rick,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Marmalade,
Arthur Verocai,
DNA,
Bush Tetras,
The Velvet Underground,
Accadde A,
Moebius,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
The Walker Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Sixth Finger,
The Slackers,
Sun Ra,
DJ Style,
Brand Nubian,
Joensuu 1685,
Donald Byrd,
Joey Negro,
Shoche,
Grey Daturas,
Erykah Badu,
The Gories,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.