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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Steve Hackett to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All 8 Eyed Spy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Cowsills,
Sugar Minott,
Prince Buster,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Minny Pops,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Easy Going,
Quantec,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
John Lydon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Godley & Creme,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
The Happenings,
Idris Muhammad,
a-ha,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mummies,
Pere Ubu,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Kenny Larkin,
Danielle Patucci,
Unwound,
Ituana,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.