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 Antigua and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
David Bowie,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Minutemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Adolescents,
Cal Tjader,
Rapeman,
The Selecter,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
L. Decosne,
Aswad,
Fad Gadget,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Vladislav Delay,
Country Teasers,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Wasted Youth,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Wake,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
Symarip,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.