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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Japan 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skriet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
Sandy B,
Arcadia,
Thompson Twins,
Cameo,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
The Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
The Seeds,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
the Bar-Kays,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Talk Talk,
F. McDonald,
The Detroit Cobras,
Swell Maps,
Lebanon Hanover,
Susan Cadogan,
Symarip,
The Young Rascals,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quantec,
Flamin' Groovies,
Grauzone,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Basic Channel,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Marine Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ituana,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Nick Fraelich,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.