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 Bahrain and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roger Hodgson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Eric Dolphy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
The Evens,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
ABBA,
Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Real Kids,
Nik Kershaw,
Sällskapet,
Circle Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Christie,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
Newcleus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
Roxette,
Morten Harket,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Aaron Thompson,
Nation of Ulysses,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.