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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lalann to the grime 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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Victims,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Selecter,
Radio Birdman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
Bad Manners,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Kurtis Blow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Dark Day,
This Heat,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
The Techniques,
The Pretty Things,
Desert Stars,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nick Fraelich,
The Golliwogs,
Dave Gahan,
Al Stewart,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Swell Maps,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Kinks,
Anakelly,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Roxy Music,
Stiv Bators,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
The Leaves,
Visage,
Mandrill,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Eden Ahbez,
Heaven 17,
Sarah Menescal,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neu!,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.