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 St Lucia and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Royal Trux to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Pere Ubu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neu! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Marvin Gaye,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Quantec,
Bill Wells,
Bluetip,
Patti Smith,
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Cecil Taylor,
The Monochrome Set,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Archie Shepp,
Warsaw,
The Wake,
James White and The Blacks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Durutti Column,
Shuggie Otis,
Outsiders,
The Music Machine,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
kango's stein massive,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
The Fugs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Desert Stars,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.