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 Uganda and from Shanghai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Ohio Players 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Duran Duran,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
The Barracudas,
KRS-One,
Metal Thangz,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Nils Olav,
Ken Boothe,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Roger Hodgson,
Tubeway Army,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
In Retrospect,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Wire,
Y Pants,
Joe Smooth,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
The Birthday Party,
Dark Day,
Camberwell Now,
Monolake,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.