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 Bolivia and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Panda Bear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Gap Band,
Lower 48,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
David Axelrod,
Peter and Kerry,
OOIOO,
Chris Corsano,
Oblivians,
Blancmange,
Laurel Aitken,
Scan 7,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
The Gun Club,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
Amon Düül II,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bad Manners,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Mandrill,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantaleimon,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Stiv Bators,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kurtis Blow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.