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 Ireland and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Moebius to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Amon Düül II,
The Happenings,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Stereo Dub,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Sonics,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Technova,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Bauhaus,
Skaos,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Invisible,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Bush Tetras,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Matthew Halsall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man,
Aswad,
One Last Wish,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Easy Going,
The Mojo Men,
Skriet,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Sneak,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
MC5,
Shoche,
Wings,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Au Pairs,
The Leaves,
Eurythmics,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
Jerry's Kids,
Tubeway Army,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.