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 United Kingdom and from London.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Make Up 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echospace,
The United States of America,
Johnny Osbourne,
Junior Murvin,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
The Grass Roots,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
David McCallum,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Porter Ricks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Motions,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Fear,
Royal Trux,
Erykah Badu,
Soulsonic Force,
Half Japanese,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ludus,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Smog,
Throbbing Gristle,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scientists,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Skatalites,
Nas,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Bang On A Can,
Tears for Fears,
Supertramp,
Japan,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
OOIOO,
Bill Wells,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.