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 Kenya and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Japan to the grunge 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Alton Ellis,
Tomorrow,
Ultravox,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Harmonia,
The Pop Group,
Nirvana,
Monolake,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
Average White Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Television,
La Düsseldorf,
The Associates,
Country Teasers,
The Trojans,
Althea and Donna,
Sonic Youth,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
New Age Steppers,
Shoche,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
Liliput,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.