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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Janne Schatter to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxette,
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Ronan,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Excepter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
The Gun Club,
Stereo Dub,
H. Thieme,
Stiv Bators,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Animal Collective,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Index,
Second Layer,
Kayak,
Altered Images,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Jeff Lynne,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Blossom Toes,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Simply Red,
The Residents,
Fear,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
La Düsseldorf,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Popol Vuh,
Crooked Eye,
Blake Baxter,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.