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 Israel and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fat Boys to the electroclash 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Sparks,
Eric Dolphy,
Main Source,
Country Joe & The Fish,
U.S. Maple,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
The Fortunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Niagra,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
The Dead C,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Excepter,
Electric Prunes,
Soft Machine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Thompson Twins,
Marc Almond,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siglo XX,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
The Red Krayola,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.