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 Ecuador and from Mexico City.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kerrie Biddell to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Style,
Scratch Acid,
The Smiths,
Angry Samoans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Joe Smooth,
Mars,
Fatback Band,
Oneida,
Adolescents,
Gang Starr,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Danielle Patucci,
Pere Ubu,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flash Fearless,
Skaos,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
Josef K,
Fugazi,
The Fortunes,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Icehouse,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Das Ding,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
The Mojo Men,
Tim Buckley,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Severed Heads,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Pole,
Man Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Chris Corsano,
Q and Not U,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.