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 Brunei and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Amon Düül II to the rock 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronan,
Wings,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Alison Limerick,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Hot Snakes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roy Ayers,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
The Dead C,
The Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
The Human League,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scientists,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Camouflage,
In Retrospect,
Zero Boys,
Barrington Levy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.