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 Denmark and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Age Steppers to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
David Bowie,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Charles Mingus,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Maleditus Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Q65,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Make Up,
James White and The Blacks,
Iggy Pop,
Reuben Wilson,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Japan,
Wally Richardson,
Infiniti,
Fad Gadget,
Kurtis Blow,
Ice-T,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Fela Kuti,
Black Sheep,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
Lyres,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Suicide,
The Associates,
Monks,
Lindisfarne,
New Order,
The Smiths,
Spandau Ballet,
Mars,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.