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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Connie Case to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
In Retrospect,
Pussy Galore,
Colin Newman,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Zeros,
Metal Thangz,
The Searchers,
A Certain Ratio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Archie Shepp,
Jacob Miller,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nik Kershaw,
Grandmaster Flash,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
Robert Wyatt,
La Düsseldorf,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Prince Buster,
Icehouse,
The Real Kids,
Von Mondo,
Bill Wells,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Nico,
Gichy Dan,
The Last Poets,
Bad Manners,
The Gories,
Lightning Bolt,
AZ,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Cymande,
Matthew Bourne,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Robert Görl,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.