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 Mauritius 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 theremin 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 Nils Olav to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Hood,
Nik Kershaw,
Negative Approach,
E-Dancer,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
June of 44,
The Standells,
Bill Wells,
The Index,
OOIOO,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
Flamin' Groovies,
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Golliwogs,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bob Dylan,
Index,
Moss Icon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Inner City,
The Blackbyrds,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Barry Ungar,
The Residents,
Andrew Hill,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cowsills,
Peter and Kerry,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
The Busters,
Laurel Aitken,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Dawn Penn,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.