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 Ghana 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Desert Stars to the funk 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Evens,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Babytalk,
The Fortunes,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Interpol,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Remains,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Funkadelic,
Sixth Finger,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bill Near,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Monolake,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Television Personalities,
ABC,
David McCallum,
The Black Dice,
cv313,
Kas Product,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Guru Guru,
Y Pants,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
The Stooges,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Rhythm & Sound,
UT,
the Germs,
The Names,
Japan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Steve Hackett,
The Leaves,
Rites of Spring,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.