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 Moldova and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Unrelated Segments to the grunge 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Basic Channel,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Mission of Burma,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Banda Bassotti,
Brothers Johnson,
Zero Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Tres Demented,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Drexciya,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
Icehouse,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Invisible,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Darondo,
X-102,
The Pretty Things,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
Rod Modell,
The Gap Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siglo XX,
The Young Rascals,
Mo-Dettes,
Kenny Larkin,
Moss Icon,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Pagans,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Cameo,
The Gun Club,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Gong,
The Vogues,
Black Pus,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.