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 Uruguay and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba 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 PIL to the grime 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Lalann,
the Swans,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
EPMD,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Faust,
The Fuzztones,
Bluetip,
Hasil Adkins,
The Raincoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Das Ding,
Liliput,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Nirvana,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
June Days,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oneida,
John Lydon,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Chris & Cosey,
Arthur Verocai,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Panda Bear,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Blues Magoos,
Dual Sessions,
The Associates,
Wasted Youth,
Altered Images,
Blancmange,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.