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 Nigeria and from Bremen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Ludus to the electroclash 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Vladislav Delay,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter & Gordon,
Adolescents,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerri Chandler,
Slave,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Aural Exciters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rapeman,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Urselle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alison Limerick,
The Names,
Leonard Cohen,
Magazine,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
The Standells,
Black Bananas,
Yellowson,
Warren Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bauhaus,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.