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 Korea South and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Byron Stingily to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
The Young Rascals,
Trumans Water,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
Magazine,
Warsaw,
Mission of Burma,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec,
Fat Boys,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Marmalade,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Joensuu 1685,
Bizarre Inc.,
Swell Maps,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
Nik Kershaw,
Sister Nancy,
Warren Ellis,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Cybotron,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
Schoolly D,
Camouflage,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Flag,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Boredoms,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Erykah Badu,
48th St. Collective,
Bobby Womack,
The Birthday Party,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hot Snakes,
X-101,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Alton Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Jeru the Damaja,
Average White Band,
Dennis Brown,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.