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 Thailand 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Bauhaus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Robert Wyatt,
Suicide,
Dark Day,
Derrick Morgan,
Soulsonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Ohio Players,
Spoonie Gee,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
June of 44,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
the Bar-Kays,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Niagra,
Das Ding,
The Techniques,
Roxy Music,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terry Callier,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
Lakeside,
Rufus Thomas,
the Human League,
Basic Channel,
Pagans,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
The Standells,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.