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 Milan.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Chris Corsano,
Cameo,
Smog,
The Doors,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Spoonie Gee,
The Vogues,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Neu!,
Letta Mbulu,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ronan,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Matthew Halsall,
The Beau Brummels,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
Deadbeat,
Bad Manners,
Lindisfarne,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Harry Pussy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Alton Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Ice-T,
Heaven 17,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.