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 Vietnam 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 Tres Demented to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Joey Negro,
Oneida,
Absolute Body Control,
Amon Düül,
June of 44,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Slick Rick,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Theoretical Girls,
the Germs,
Flipper,
Procol Harum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Symarip,
The Residents,
Kerri Chandler,
Max Romeo,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Hardrive,
Chrome,
Suicide,
K-Klass,
DJ Sneak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hot Snakes,
Avey Tare,
the Normal,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
World's Most,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Velvet Underground,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
Camberwell Now,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
the Sonics,
Scratch Acid,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.