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 Ireland and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Alphaville to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Little Man,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Easy Going,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Bobby Womack,
Andrew Hill,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Cybotron,
Deakin,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lucky Dragons,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
PIL,
The Knickerbockers,
Pantaleimon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bauhaus,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Radio Birdman,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Albert Ayler,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
Man Parrish,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Severed Heads,
Nas,
Warren Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ludus,
L. Decosne,
Nik Kershaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.