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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer 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 Cal Tjader to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Laurel Aitken,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
One Last Wish,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Ludus,
Harpers Bizarre,
Spandau Ballet,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Visage,
Suburban Knight,
Juan Atkins,
Public Image Ltd.,
ABC,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Soul II Soul,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Schoolly D,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Clear Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Howard Jones,
Faust,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fall,
June of 44,
The Mummies,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.