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 Venezuela and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Malaria! to the rock 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
Audionom,
Eric Copeland,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Lynne,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams,
The Invisible,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
The Fugs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Lower 48,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Moody Blues,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mantronix,
Sällskapet,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
Heaven 17,
Minnie Riperton,
Idris Muhammad,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faust,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül II,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
New Order,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.