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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Alphaville to the grime 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Ornette Coleman,
Monks,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Lou Reed,
The Flesh Eaters,
Terry Callier,
Jacob Miller,
Can,
Fugazi,
X-Ray Spex,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ituana,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Soulsonic Force,
Faust,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cal Tjader,
The Misunderstood,
Thee Headcoats,
This Heat,
X-102,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Skriet,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Television,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Bourne,
The Busters,
Yaz,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Erykah Badu,
Amon Düül II,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonic Youth,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.