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 Vanuatu and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Black Bananas,
ABBA,
Stetsasonic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Count Five,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pylon,
Schoolly D,
The Sonics,
Amon Düül,
The Buckinghams,
Lakeside,
the Normal,
Mark Hollis,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nas,
Slave,
The Litter,
Yusef Lateef,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Sandy B,
The Grass Roots,
Groovy Waters,
The Victims,
Yazoo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Black Dice,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kaleidoscope,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Divine Comedy,
Leonard Cohen,
Mr. Review,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Patti Smith,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.