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 Cuba and from London.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Amon Düül II,
Susan Cadogan,
Lungfish,
Idris Muhammad,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
David McCallum,
Radio Birdman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
MDC,
Todd Terry,
Black Flag,
Scratch Acid,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Almond,
Anakelly,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Mantronix,
The Music Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker,
Khruangbin,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
June Days,
The Zeros,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
The Star Department,
Mary Jane Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
John Cale,
Eric Dolphy,
Dark Day,
Scientists,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.