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 Turkmenistan and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lyres to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
The Count Five,
Visage,
Isaac Hayes,
DJ Style,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
The Techniques,
Bronski Beat,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Dark Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Pole,
Massinfluence,
JFA,
China Crisis,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
The Selecter,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
Judy Mowatt,
Essential Logic,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Radio Birdman,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Blancmange,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
Ten City,
Jeff Lynne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.