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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Man Eating Sloth to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Standells,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Boredoms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Qualms,
The Names,
Fela Kuti,
Young Marble Giants,
Sex Pistols,
The Martian,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra,
Agent Orange,
Isaac Hayes,
Little Man,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Quando Quango,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
PIL,
Robert Wyatt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
Glenn Branca,
Shoche,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
UT,
Vainqueur,
Dennis Brown,
Don Cherry,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.