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 Belize and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Josef K,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Ultravox,
Bluetip,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sandy B,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Skaos,
Liliput,
This Heat,
Cymande,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lucky Dragons,
The Buckinghams,
Ohio Players,
the Slits,
The Leaves,
Joensuu 1685,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultra Naté,
the Human League,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Thee Headcoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Sparks,
MDC,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scientists,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.