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 Tuvalu and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Harmonia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Hood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers,
Gabor Szabo,
John Foxx,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Albert Ayler,
Scott Walker,
Jandek,
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pretty Things,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Trumans Water,
PIL,
Sixth Finger,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Holt,
Intrusion,
Rites of Spring,
Television,
Chris Corsano,
Altered Images,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Man Parrish,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.