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 Syria and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Model 500 to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Mummies,
The Wake,
Scan 7,
Cameo,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pierre Henry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
The Doors,
Mark Hollis,
Magma,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter & Gordon,
Flipper,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Shadows of Knight,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
Visage,
Franke,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Slick Rick,
Yellowson,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Guru Guru,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Godley & Creme,
Black Pus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Darondo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.