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 Israel and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
Cluster,
Maleditus Sound,
Pantytec,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Underground Resistance,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mummies,
Donald Byrd,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
The Tremeloes,
Sister Nancy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Litter,
Graham Central Station,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Hasil Adkins,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Yellowson,
Kenny Larkin,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Fear,
The Golliwogs,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.