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 Venezuela and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk 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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Maleditus Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Remains,
Michelle Simonal,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ponytail,
X-102,
Sparks,
Stiv Bators,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Lynne,
Wolf Eyes,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brass Construction,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Magazine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
Susan Cadogan,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Amon Düül,
New Order,
Agitation Free,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
John Lydon,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wally Richardson,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Parry Music,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.