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 Turkmenistan and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Searchers to the grime 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 Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marine Girls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
EPMD,
Ralphi Rosario,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dead C,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joensuu 1685,
Deepchord,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Warsaw,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visage,
Easy Going,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Black Flag,
Spoonie Gee,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Barracudas,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Roxy Music,
Suburban Knight,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wally Richardson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Average White Band,
Rites of Spring,
Negative Approach,
Vainqueur,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.