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 Turkey and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Crispy Ambulance to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Hashim,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Gun Club,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Crispian St. Peters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Massinfluence,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Saccharine Trust,
David Bowie,
Crime,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Arthur Verocai,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
The Blackbyrds,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eli Mardock,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Sällskapet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Index,
the Germs,
Dual Sessions,
Jawbox,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Cowsills,
The Alarm Clocks,
Man Parrish,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.