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 Togo and from Toronto.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Reuben Wilson,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Camouflage,
AZ,
Mantronix,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
Sandy B,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Judy Mowatt,
Andrew Hill,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Cheater Slicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Blake Baxter,
Aaron Thompson,
Stetsasonic,
Make Up,
Sparks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hoover,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
June Days,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
John Foxx,
Boogie Down Productions,
Erasure,
Hashim,
Visage,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Zeros,
Gang Starr,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.