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 Luxembourg and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
Brick,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tomorrow,
Sam Rivers,
Kas Product,
Kurtis Blow,
Make Up,
Joy Division,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Juan Atkins,
Inner City,
Harmonia,
Young Marble Giants,
FM Einheit,
The Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Monolake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Electric Prunes,
Crash Course in Science,
MDC,
Rakim,
Excepter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Prince Buster,
Nick Fraelich,
Rites of Spring,
Fluxion,
The Residents,
Warsaw,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gories,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
The Mojo Men,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.