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 Solomon Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
The Seeds,
Adolescents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
The Gap Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Birthday Party,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
The Doors,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Clear Light,
June Days,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
The Remains,
Smog,
The Smiths,
Radiohead,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jacques Brel,
The Trojans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Hill,
Goldenarms,
The Golliwogs,
One Last Wish,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Swans,
Liliput,
Peter & Gordon,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Magazine,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.