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 Hungary and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DNA to the grime 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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Talk Talk,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Davy DMX,
Arab on Radar,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Wyatt,
John Coltrane,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Albert Ayler,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Roy Ayers,
Girls At Our Best!,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ludus,
Pere Ubu,
Cybotron,
Drive Like Jehu,
Liliput,
Aaron Thompson,
Skarface,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
the Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Nik Kershaw,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Magma,
Hot Snakes,
Von Mondo,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.