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 Panama and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan to the grime 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
The Fugs,
Jacob Miller,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Ultravox,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Trojans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Alarm Clocks,
Von Mondo,
Groovy Waters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Wings,
Swell Maps,
Kerri Chandler,
Robert Wyatt,
Henry Cow,
Radiohead,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Eurythmics,
Prince Buster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kaleidoscope,
Spandau Ballet,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Brass Construction,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.