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 Grenada and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Dave Gahan to the techno 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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fluxion,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fugazi,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sugar Minott,
Tubeway Army,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang Starr,
Unwound,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
Zapp,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hoover,
Jimmy McGriff,
cv313,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
Can,
OOIOO,
David Bowie,
Roxy Music,
Alphaville,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.