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 Senegal and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Thompson Twins to the rap 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Nick Fraelich,
MDC,
Mad Mike,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang of Four,
The Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Radiohead,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Martian,
Fela Kuti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
Hasil Adkins,
The Mojo Men,
Dual Sessions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Carl Craig,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
MC5,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacob Miller,
Tomorrow,
Oneida,
Matthew Halsall,
Grauzone,
The Fire Engines,
Pylon,
DNA,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Boredoms,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Womack,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Theoretical Girls,
The Zeros,
Vladislav Delay,
The Selecter,
Yaz,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.