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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Brick,
Lyres,
Spoonie Gee,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Nick Fraelich,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABBA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sällskapet,
Underground Resistance,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Ralphi Rosario,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Quantec,
Don Cherry,
Deakin,
Neu!,
The Kinks,
Bobby Byrd,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Talk Talk,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Moleskins,
Cymande,
Soft Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
DJ Style,
L. Decosne,
Agent Orange,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
La Düsseldorf,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Black Flag,
Duran Duran,
Clear Light,
Fear,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.