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 Ivory Coast and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Cluster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sound,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Niagra,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
K-Klass,
Blancmange,
Graham Central Station,
Clear Light,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
Mary Jane Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Saccharine Trust,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Judy Mowatt,
Connie Case,
Von Mondo,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
Bob Dylan,
The Angels of Light,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Ronnie Foster,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visage,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Steve Hackett,
Colin Newman,
The Stooges,
CMW,
Soft Machine,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
Joensuu 1685,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.