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 North and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Terry Callier,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Porter Ricks,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Althea and Donna,
Brass Construction,
OOIOO,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harry Pussy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Names,
June Days,
Drexciya,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Chris Corsano,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
Bang On A Can,
Joensuu 1685,
Lalann,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
kango's stein massive,
cv313,
Tres Demented,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
KRS-One,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
The J.B.'s,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Count Five,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.