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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Carl Craig to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Arcadia,
Dennis Brown,
Section 25,
Oneida,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oblivians,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
The Detroit Cobras,
Derrick Morgan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Darondo,
New York Dolls,
Ronnie Foster,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Saccharine Trust,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sound,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
Radio Birdman,
Fat Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Todd Rundgren,
Bill Near,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Spandau Ballet,
U.S. Maple,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pylon,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eden Ahbez,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.