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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Lalo Schifrin 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
The Sound,
Radiopuhelimet,
Magazine,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Agent Orange,
LL Cool J,
Black Sheep,
Bobby Sherman,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young,
the Soft Cell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Japan,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Colin Newman,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Finger,
Eric Dolphy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Tremeloes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
CMW,
X-101,
Lou Reed,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Green,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Arthur Verocai,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
UT,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dead C,
Fugazi,
The Detroit Cobras,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
the Bar-Kays,
Schoolly D,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra,
Deadbeat,
Soft Machine,
Babytalk,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.