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 Monaco 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Rotary Connection,
Arcadia,
Skaos,
Ituana,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Smoke,
John Lydon,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Pus,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sound Behaviour,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Associates,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Maurizio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Steve Hackett,
Suicide,
the Association,
Metal Thangz,
Sonic Youth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Reuben Wilson,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Evens,
Minutemen,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
The Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Desert Stars,
Terry Callier,
Oneida,
Nas,
Roy Ayers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.